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𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃! : 𝐀𝐎𝐓

a/n: this is literally 5k words of pegging nonsense, most of these “headcanons” also include additional lil blurbs because i’m a psychopath.

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 : levi, erwin, reiner, bertholdt, floch, jean, porco, and armin.

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : nsfw, female-bodied reader, dom!reader, all boys are subs here, pegging, fauxjobs, dacryphilia, spanking, brat taming, spitting, a splash of mommy kink for armin and jean’s, strap referred to as cock because that's hot, men in lingerie, praise, degradation.

𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍

— He’s so grumpy about it leading up to it, grouching about how he’s gonna put you on stable cleaning duty if you do it badly. Shuts up real quick when you’re not only good at it, but it feels too good. Like it ruins him. He’s so out of control of his voice and his body, the way he arches into your thrusts, hands scrambling across your back and thighs, trying to pull you impossibly closer.

— At first, he thinks everything feels like it's too much and that he’s gonna break, but once he’s used to taking dick enough to not go slack-jawed every time you put it in? Expect to step up your game, cus this man knows exactly what he wants from you. Catch him on a day he needs to get out of his head and if you aren’t fucking him so hard it’s pushing him up the bed? He’ll start fucking himself on you since you’re “obviously not going to give me what I need.”

— Doesn’t really care what position he gets dicked down in, but he’s one of the few that isn’t afraid to ride you. He looks so good doing it too, it’s when he really lets loose and lets himself give into mindless abandon where all he can think about is how fucking good the toy feels inside him and how badly he wants to cum.

— You never know if he’s gonna be the biggest brat that fights you every step of the way just to get put in his place, or your obedient little pillow princess that wants to be nothing more than a hole for you to fill.

— While some days he might benefit from a hard dom to rein him in, it’s the soft doms that absolutely destroy him. Pile on the praise and affirming words as you gently rock into him, pressing the sweetest kisses to his face, tell him how much you love how pliant and vulnerable he is for you. You’ll have him shaking and trying not to cry as you make love to him like he’s something precious to be treasured (cus he is) because he’s so fucking soft and full of affection for you that it hurts.

— He’s a demanding bottom that’s for sure, so much so you might actually have to grip him by the hair and pin him down just to get him to shut up and listen to you.

“I think you’re forgetting who’s in control here, Levi. Maybe I’ve been spoiling you too much if you think you can just take anything you want from me.” You growl into his ear, tugging his face up from the mattress when his response is muffled. “What was that?”

“And so what if I do, what’ll you do if I don’t listen, huh?” Levi pants, cock hard and leaking into the sheets. He grinds his hips back onto your fake cock despite clearly being told not to move, and he yelps when your hand comes crashing down on his ass so hard he sees blanks for a moment.

And then you do it again, and again, until his ass is so red with your handprints it’s almost the same shade as his flushed face. He’s in tears, throat raw from the shouting. He sniffles as your hand grazes over the abused flesh of his ass, spreading him open in a way that makes him bury his face into the crook of his arm.

“I haven’t heard an apology yet, ‘vi. I’d suggest you make it good too or I’ll give you twenty more and then leave you like this.” you cooed, your tone dripping with a sweetened venom that makes him clench around the toy regardless of the obvious despair he’d feel if you actually followed through with your threat.

It’s not the spankings that frighten him, but the idea of you pulling out and leaving him to hump shamefully into his fist afterwards. His hand hadn’t quite felt the same since yours touched him, and that was all too painfully clear in the way he’d paw at you whenever he needed release.

“Fuck — Please don’t! ‘m sorry! ’m sorry, I’ll be good now, I promise. ‘m just a slut for your cock, I was greedy. Please, don’t stop!” he begs wetly, and you croon at the sight of tears streaming from those pretty gunmetal eyes.

“Oh? Gonna be good now? I don’t believe you.” You scoffed, hand clapping down on his raw ass to enunciate your words. He cries out pathetically at the sting but doesn’t start to panic until you start to pull out of him.

“No, please! I’m sorry, ‘m sorry for being a brat. You want me to beg — fucking fine, I’ll beg you — please! please fuck me, I’ll do anything just, please! You can spank me all you want, I deserve it, just finish fucking me. I'm going crazy—” he slurs, cut off abruptly by the way you suddenly thrust back into him.

“Oh, good boy~ I guess your mouth really is good for something other than whining.” You praise, releasing his arms in favor of holding his hips still so you can carry on pounding into him.

His grey-blue eyes go blank, and the rest of the night is a blur.

𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐇

— Pls this man doesn’t know what tf pegging is 💀 You'll have to sit down and explain it all to him and he’ll sit there calmly, just nodding and asking the occasional question. He’s surprisingly chill about it??? He’s very much the “okay, dear” husband, it’s like nothing surprises him.

— He’s significantly less composed when you actually get down to it, he gets this cute lil blush on his face when you start playing with his hole, fingering him open to take your cock and hhhhh the noises he makes. He’s tense and it takes a while for him to relax enough to stretch around two fingers but when you find his prostate his whole body jerks as if electrocuted.

“Oh, that — what’s that.” he shudders, propping himself up on his elbow to watch in amazement.

“That would be your prostate, it’ll come in handy later,” you giggled, steadily pumping your fingers in and out of him, curling them to brush over that spongy spot again just to hear him gasp and squirm into the sheets. Especially when his legs keep instinctively inching closer and he has to spread them for you again. And by the time you’ve got three fingers gliding against his walls with ease, he’s right on the edge, blonde bangs slicked to his forehead and his arm over his face as you keep him there, deliberately avoiding his prostate.

The cute expressions he makes and his politeness as a sub might make you want to be gentle with him, but please don’t. He lives for being put in his place, everywhere else he’s the boss of everyone, and that can be exhausting sometimes. Having a partner that isn’t afraid to remind him who’s the real boss is very refreshing.

Like you’re going so slow, watching his face for signs of discomfort, asking him if he’s okay when you press deeper into him and he rasps out “You can be rough with me, darling. I’m not fragile.” His thick fingers clutch at your hip, his hips bucking hard into the gentle rolls of your hips, gasping out when the tip of the toy drags against his walls the way he wants it. “If you want.” He adds later, looking a bit shy — which believe me is a FEAT.

“Well, if you say so,” you laugh breathlessly, propping one of his legs over your shoulder and bracing one hand on his hip so you can snap your hips into his in a way that knocks the air from his lungs. He groans long and deep in his chest and you only smirk, delighted by the way his voice gets higher when your fingers encircle his neglected cock.

— You’d think Erwin would be the type to be condescending about his cute small partner pegging him, but the moment you find his prostate his brain shuts off and he’s your dumb obedient slut <3

— That doesn’t mean he isn’t a brat sometimes because he totally is, he likes to test your patience just to see how you’ll admonish him for it. You can see it in his eyes when he challenges you, that “yeah I just did that, what’re you gonna do about it?” look. It’s just so hard to focus when you’re fucking him so good, arm pinned to his back as you pound into him from behind after he gave you too much lip.

— No preference on positions, but you can tell he much prefers to see you.

— Also does prefer you to fuck him with your fingers if that means anything. You asked him about it playfully one night and he told you it felt more personal to have your flesh against his. Which honestly makes you want a real dick even more... maybe just for a day or two to explore n have a fun time. (pls i’d be so irresponsible with it tho) Like he’s getting bent over the desk he spends so much time at ASAP.

𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐍

— Omg literally baby boy.

— He’s down, no convincing is required. He’s always been a little curious about what it would feel like to have something inside him, and sometimes when you’re rubbing circles into his perineum (the cum button lmao) while you have his cock down your throat, he wonders what it would feel like if you moved your fingers lower. This whole idea probably snowballed from him shyly asking you if you’d finger him one night, and boy was it a treat to watch him fall apart like that — without you even having to touch his cock.

— Fuck him in front of a mirror pls just do it, he’ll be so needy and undone, staring at his own face as you pound into him from behind. It’s so embarrassing having to look at his own debauched reflection but then you start telling him how pretty he is, babbling about what a good fucking boy he was being, and his golden eyes roll back into his head, his tongue lolling out of his mouth.

— And when he doesn't have the strength to hold his head up anymore, grab his jaw and hold his face forward for him. Bonus points if you slip your fingers into his mouth to hold his mouth open when he tries to conceal his pretty noises.

— Obeys your every order without question, no matter how demeaning. Need him to spread himself open for you? Done. Need him to fuck himself on your strap n do all the work to chase his orgasm? Anything for you. (He’s so cute when he rides you, bulging thighs trembling as he bounces himself on your lap, lips parted so his tongue can lick over them.) Want him to beg on his hands and knees and grovel for you to fuck him? He’s already at your feet with his forehead and hands flat on the floor.

— Likes to get fucked sideways the best! Just the feeling of your whole body pressed against his back, your lips on his nape, one hand holding his leg up and the other delicately wrapped around his throat <333 he’s in heaven.

𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑

— Baby boy #2

— Literally cannot handle being pegged, like he’s the one that moans “it’s too much!” “I can’t take it, it’s too big!” but locks his legs around your hips if you even try to pull out.

— Bertholdt never imagined having something inside him would feel so good, he always has this disbelieving expression on his face when you press inside him, narrow hips lifting off the bed to meet you halfway in his eagerness. Can’t help but stare at you as you fuck into him, green eyes half-lidded and adoring as he takes in your focused expression. He thinks you’re so so cute, even when you’re blowing his back out.

— He’s so much bigger than you it must look comical, but you don’t have to prove anything to him, he knows you’re the boss.

— Speaking of which he’s so obedient and eager to please, and will let you fold him in any position you like. As shy as he is, he greatly prefers positions he can see your face in. Eye contact is very important to him, everything about Bertholdt just feels so intimate and raw. Though he has a hard time keeping his eyes open when he gets close to cumming, unless you tell him to keep them open. Not like he’ll be seeing much through the pleasured tears — he’s a crier <3

— He begs for your cock without you having to tell him, and he does it so well you couldn’t possibly deny him. Not when he cries and squirms so pathetically, nimble fingers tugging you closer by the straps of your harness. (pls that's so hot to me) and if you decide to be mean to him and make him wait, tell him “hmmm, I don’t think you really want it.” He’ll sob, his desperation spearing through his usual demure nature as he presents himself for you, pleading and babbling about how badly he wants you to take care of him.

— He gets so flustered and teary when you start praising him, telling him what a good boy he was being, how pretty he looked beneath you, what pretty noises he was making.

— He’s also so loud??? Like every partner’s dream tbh. Ordinarily, he tries to swallow his noises out of self-consciousness, but he just can’t when you’re bullying that sweet spot inside him. Unleashes the sweetest moans in between delirious sobs of your name and mantras of “please.”

Bertholdt’s a dream all spread out on your bright white sheets, tanned skin wrapped up in dark green lace lingerie you got just for him. You were right about it bringing out his eyes, half-lidded and glimmering as your hands smooth reverently over his body. Your nails scratch lightly over the fine dark hairs of his happy trail, deliberately avoiding his straining erection barely covered by the green lace panties. He’s so long his cute pink head peeks out the top, leaking with pre and twitching as your fingers trail close but never close enough.

He whines long and high, trying not to grind against your fake cock resting distractingly in the space between his thigh and hip. You’ve already stretched and plugged him, the pretty green gem adorning the base of the plug peeking out from under the panties you’ve been so hesitant to rip off. He likes the lingerie, and he feels pretty in it. You spent a good chunk of the night telling him just how gorgeous he was while taking pictures, and then later overwhelming him with praise as you stretched him on your fingers.

But all he wants now is for you to tear it off and have your way with him, the thought makes his inner walls clench and his hips buck involuntarily.

“Feeling impatient, Bertie?” you hum, and he nods frantically, legs spreading on instinct at the familiar sound of the lube being uncapped.

“Yes — want it so bad. Y/n please.”

His whole body shudders as you slip out the plug and replace it with your lubed fingers, but it’s not enough.

He’s ready, he’s been ready. He needs you and you’re teasing him.

Finally, you start pulling the layers of lace off his body, garter belt and stockings first. The intricate jade-colored bra goes next, and you can’t help but trace his hardened peaks teasingly as you feel the fabric away, amused when he squirms and catches your wrists to redirect them to his tented panties. Resigned, you free him from his lace prison, and Bertholdt gasps as his cock slaps against his belly.

“You’re so pretty, Bert.”

“I’d be prettier with you fucking me.” he pouts, and you concede with a giggle, lining the toy up with his hole and pressing in oh so slowly.

Bertholdt’s mouth falls open, brows knit together as you finally slide home. He moans out loudly in relief, nearly in tears after hours of your incessant teasing, you’re finally where he needs you.

𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐇 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑

— Takes your strap the best out of all of them tbh. He’s content to lie there and let you fold him in half as you rearrange his guts. Will even hold his legs up for you <3 goes absolutely crazy for your strap, he’s so shameless. Will beg for you to be rough with him and make him cry. The best boy to take your frustration out on, he gets off on being used as a pathetic little fucktoy.

— HUGE BRAT, will taunt you and rile you up as much as possible. He likes to be punished and tossed around, pretends to try and wriggle away just to feel you drag him back by the hips and pin him down to the bed. Most of the time he’s gonna make you work for his submission, which only makes his inevitable defeat that much sweeter. You can tell you’ve played right into his hand when you see him looking up at you with half-lidded brown eyes and that pleased smirk.

— Edge him till he’s a sobbing begging mess, overstimulate him till he can’t feel his legs anymore, spank him until his ass is so red with welts he can’t sit right for weeks. He whimpers so pathetically when you ghost your hands over his ass through his clothes days later, knowing he’s still sore but the pain is making him hard again.

— Floch does have his obedient moods where all he wants is to be is a slave to your whims, step on his dick and make him cum all over your boot, and then order him to lick it off. Floch isn’t entirely good at holding in orgasms or cumming on command (this is a man that can cum untouched if you talk dirty enough to him) When he’s like this he’ll do anything, even give you faux jobs like it's your actual dick. Doesn’t even complain when you force his head further down until tears prick his eyes, just looks up at you with that hazy look that indicates there isn’t a thought behind those eyes.

— Doesn’t care what position you press him into, but he feels more vulnerable in positions you can see his face in. It’s hard to resist because he’s got such a pretty face, especially when it’s wet with tears and his ginger hair is stuck to his forehead. He’s so gorgeous it’s unfair really, especially since he was so insufferable outside the bedroom. It’s always the hot ones…

— Laps up any praise you offer, even if it’s backhanded or mixed with insults. All attention is good attention to him, and that’s all he cares about.

— He loves to be degraded but if you were to go soft on him all of a sudden you’d actually kill him. Overwhelm him with praise, tell him what a good boy he’s being for you, how beautiful he looks when he’s being obedient, tell him he’s your favorite hole to use and he’ll break into a million pieces. Starts to ugly cry, clinging on for dear life as he begins chanting “I love you I love you I love you–” the whole nine yards.

— Don’t even imply you’re fucking other people as a joke, he’s intensely possessive. What, was he not good enough for you? Not reverent enough? Couldn’t you see he’s all you’ll ever need?? >:( Say you’re sorry n fuck his brains out to make up for it.

“Relax, I was just kidding. You’re enough of a handful all on your own, baby. Why would I want anyone else when you take my cock so well?” You reassure, delighted by the way his golden brown eyes roll back at the praise.

He still looks bothered, so you sigh and slow your hips, the action drawing his gaze back to yours. He gasps and clenches around the toy when your lips meet his — a rare treat you don’t often allow. He moans shamelessly into the kiss, sweat-slicked fingers burying themselves in your hair to keep you anchored there. His lips are starved against yours, lips parted in invitation. You suck on his tongue, holding his mouth open with your fingers so you can spit into it — which is almost enough to make him cum.

“You’re the only one I want, Floch,” you murmur affectionately, admiring the way he swallows your spit so greedily.

He actually does cum after you say that, rather violently too — squirming and jerking like a man possessed.

“Please say it again.” he pleads.

𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐍

— It’ll take some convincing before Jean agrees to let you peg him. He kind of thinks you’re joking the first time you bring it up and laughs it off, but when he realizes you’re serious he’s like “Oh fuck you actually…?”

— Jean insists that if he’s gonna be taking it up the ass, he wants to be in control of the situation, so you agree to have him ride you so he can control the pace. And by god, the way his face contorts from discomfort to pleasure is so beautiful. His mouth just falls open and his brows knit together cutely. He takes you well, clasping his over yours on top of his hips as he bounces — until quite adorably the pleasure starts to overwhelm him and he just can’t bounce anymore.

— Jeanbo gets so frustrated cus it feels so good but his legs have been turned to gelatin, none of his body parts are obeying and he needs it so badly. That’s when the pathetic whining starts.

“Aww, what’s wrong, baby? Are your legs tired? Need me to take over?”

“Mommy please… need help. C’mon.” He whines, the humiliation burning hotly in his cheeks, the angry red blush spreading even to his neck.

He grinds in your lap weakly, trying in vain to pick himself back up as his legs continue to fail him. You feel your heart snap in two at the shiny tears pricking in the corners of his eyes, you sit up, trailing comforting kisses across his jaw before you maneuver him onto his back. He falls back with a huff, long limbs sprawled out before he starts grabbing at you.

His impossibly long legs wrap around your hips loosely, so as not to restrict your freedom of movement. And when your hips snap against his with enough force to push him up the sheets a few inches, a girlish moan is forced out of him. It’s so uncharacteristic and depraved that you can’t help but do it again, prying his hand from his mouth as he slaps it over his lips to silence himself. And when you find that spot he’s in disbelief at the feeling, legs locking around your hips to keep you in place as he paints his hand and chest with his cum. He’s quiet through his whole orgasm, mouth wide open in a silent scream as the intensity of it robs him of his voice.

You grin your hips lazily against his through his high, purring sweet praises, stroking his hair as he pants into your neck.

“How was that?”

“I… you were right, it felt… really good.”

— Jean prefers missionary, though he tends to hold you against his body so tight you can hardly thrust into him.

— His mommy kink absolutely comes out when you’re fucking his brains out, suckles on your tits and wants you to call him your baby. But don’t mention it outside the bedroom, he not only will deny it but will revoke pegging privileges 😔

— Can’t help but pump his pretty cock while you fuck him, has a hard time getting off without giving it attention so you usually let him. He likes it best when you slap his hands away and wrap your fingers around him instead. An arm is thrown over his eyes as he bucks into the tight tunnel of your fist in tandem with your thrusts, mesmerized by the way your breasts bounce while you’re fucking into him.

𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐎 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐃

— Porco will need convincing. It’s embarassing enough that he willingly submits to you, something he undoubtedly enjoys but still gets into his feelings about sometimes. You’ve fingered him before sure, and he likes that, it’s just… the prospect of you fucking him is something else entirely. It puts him in such a vulnerable position, and Porco’s a bit spooked you won’t think he’s still your big strong man after. Internalized insecurity about his masculinity.

— Reassure him that getting fucked in the ass doesn’t make him any less of a man to you. As silly as that sounds, it will put at least some of his fears to rest.

— He’s so whiny about it, moans and groans about how you’ll have to do all the work and how he wasn’t gonna like it. Spoiler alert: he does like it very much. He’s a bitchy little pillow princess about the whole thing until you find his prostate and it’s like those anxieties melt away in an instant.

“Oh fuck!” Porco practically mewls, an octave higher that makes your insides clench around nothing. “There baby, right there-“

“Where?” You coo, a knowing smirk pulling at your lips when you realize you’ve found his prostate. Is that really all it took to break him down? You angle your hips and thrust again, aiming for the same spot, knowing you’ve hit your mark when he keens again.

“Ohhh. right. there. Huh~?” You purr to him, your words punctuated by particularly harsh thrusts that make his back arch.

The action snaps your gaze back to his backside, full and jiggling with each brutal but purposeful thrust. You can help but grab a handful of it, watching as the fat of his ass spills between the gaps of your fingers. You spread him open to watch your faux cock glide effortlessly in and out of his pretty pink hole, mesmerized by the way it stretches to accommodate the girth.

You’re deliberately pounding against that button inside him with every thrust and he can’t help but cry out each time. He’s drooling a puddle into the sheets now, cheeks a bright fiery red, sweat sticking the blonde hairs to his forehead, mouth agape, eyes rolled so far back into his head you worry they might stick like that.

“Fffuck me, god fuck me, yes! What th-the fuck are you dooooing to me?” Porco babbles nonsensically.

And you know he’s close to cumming when he starts to fuck himself back onto your strap and hump his poor neglected cock against the sheets. He’s leaking all over, desperate for any sort of friction. Wrap your hand around his dick and watch his whole body tremor and squirm.

Has the loudest and longest orgasm of his life, a minute later and he’s still spurting ropes onto the sheets.

— Don’t be mean to him afterward, this is very important. Smooth your warm hands over the back of his thighs and back, and tell him what a good job he did for you, and how good he looked taking your strap. If done right he’ll melt into a blissed-out puddle beneath you. If done wrong he’ll never let you peg him again </3

— Definitely likes it rough. Dig your fingernails into the flesh of his hips til you leave bruises, bite and suck marks into his neck and shoulders until you run out of space, and pull him back by his hair so you can see the pathetic expressions he’s making. He fucking loves it. Doesn’t much like to be degraded so don’t be too mean. (at first. later on he warms up to being bullied a lil, just don’t go overboard yeah?)

— Thinks it feels the best from behind but gets so shy when you take him in missionary. Hides his face and avoids your eyes unless you lay on the sweet praise thick enough to convince him to look at you.

— After he’s grown used to taking dick somewhat regularly and is more comfortable with the whole idea, he absolutely becomes a slut for it. He was bratty before but now he’ll wrestle you onto your back and fuck himself on your strap if you “aren’t doing it good enough.” Smack his ass and he’ll just moan louder, thick cock bobbing with the forceful way he’s slamming himself up and down your fake dick. (Meow purrrrr bossy bottoms my beloved.)

𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐓

— The biggest whore for pegging, I don't make the rules. He likes prostate orgasms the best and doesn’t even need you to touch his cock to cum.

— Sometimes you fuck him so incredibly stupid that he starts begging for you to breed him. Poor thing is so fucked-out that he forgets that it’s physically impossible. You haven’t the heart to tell him you can’t actually put a baby in him especially when it’s so fun to make him beg for you to fill him up. You’d do well to invest in a cum tube because he’ll go crazy the moment he feels your “cum” inside him. Expect him to beg you to “please cum inside” every time after that.

— Loves to give faux jobs! Obviously spit isn’t appropriate lube but he still likes the idea of slicking up your strap for you to fuck him, especially since he does such a good job drooling all over it for you <3 Absolutely wants you to fuck his face, he’ll moan around it and everything whilst looking up at you with those big blue eyes.

— Wants to be pegged more than you want to peg him tbh, he’s so enthusiastic every time you whip it out. Like his clothes are in mid-air and he’s assuming the position before you can even speak.

— Will wear plugs often, just so he can be ready anytime, and… they relieve his stress. I know he looks so innocent but I promise you he’s far from it, a closet pervert!! Always tryna coerce you into railing him while making you think that it was your idea, but he’s been planning to be dicked down the whole day. You pull down his pants and he’s already stretched himself out for you.

— A size king! You wouldn’t think such a small thing could take your longest n thickest straps but he’s a real champ!

— Definitely calls you mommy while you peg him, wants you to refer to yourself as mommy, call him your baby, and make him cum on “mommy’s cock.” Don’t mistake that desire for him wanting to be treated gently, because believe me he doesn’t. Pull his hair, push his face into the bed, and dig your nails into his skin til he bleeds. The masochist no one saw coming.

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bijoumikhawal · 11 months

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anyway I am going to spoil everyone's fun. The Mummy is a racist movie, it's frustrating that it's popular and no one discusses that, and let me explain why

Whitewashing/brownface/self orientalism. The Carnahan's are meant to be mixed race. Their actors are white. Oded Fehr is white and a significant portion of his career has been playing exotic brown people in media made for white people, specifically while weaponizing the ethnic ambiguity he does have. Imhotep is white- insult to injury, his actor is an Afrikaner! Playing a pre-colonial African character! The only Egyptians played by people who arent white are the sex pest warden, Dr. Bey (also a minor character who dies), and Anck-su-namun. None of their actors are Egyptian.

The portrayal of Egyptian men. The warden and Jonathan are both portrayed as pathetic, weak, morally circumspect, and the warden is a pervert. Imhotep is also a pervert, frankly. The Egyptian public at large- mostly male crowds and male workers- are literally canon fodder and senselessly killed on multiple occasions. They're turned into mindless zombies, with no consideration given to what happens to them afterwards. Did hundreds of people just die? In public? The only two Egyptian men that aren't utterly horrible are Evie's boss, Dr. Bey, and Ardeth.

The portrayal of Egyptian women. The only two we actually hear speak is Evie and Anck-su-namun, both of whom have orientalist tropes applied to them- Evie, when they make her dress "local", and Anck-su-namun with the whole titlating "the pharaoh has me walk around naked and covered in wet body paint so no one can touch me without him knowing" nonsense- similar tropes are applied to Ardeth, frankly, with how his tattoos are portrayed, his ethnic background, etc. They specifically chose tattoos a Western audience would still find sexy (which aren't based on the actual local tattooing traditions). Face veils in early 20th century Egypt didn't really look like that, even the ones you might call flirty, and I find portrayals that make Ancient Egyptian society's overall often greater comfort with bared skin into titillation for the audience pretty offensive, especially as there are currently existing cultures in Africa viewed through lenses like that. It's not merely ahistorical, it's apart of a broader issue with how living people are viewed by others.

This is more of a me thing, other Egyptians may not agree: I think mummies as a horror trope are racist. The key fear to mummy movies is that white people might get punished for disturbing the graves of the honored dead. You are asked to identify with literal colonizers and view the local population as antagonistic (past and present in this case), especially in this movie, which is set before England started pretending it wasn't controlling Egypt (and by the damn way, ask ANY Egyptian when the country got independence and we'll say 1956. Between 22 and 56, England still had explicit control over some of the government, notably foreign relations and military, it used this an excuse to justify control of Sudan, and it was militarily occupying the country, especially the Suez area. When King Farouk tried to make a decision they didn't like, they put his palace under seige. That is not independence. Whoever made the 1922 declaration the first result on Google is manufacturing apologia for imperialism).

#cipher talk #There is a great deal of complexity with the Abdeen Palace incident and I don't think Farouk was in the right- I think the royal fam were #Fucking idiots frankly and I'm glad we're rid of them. But the fact that it happened???#the mummy 1999 #ardeth bey #Like Britian didn't have moral reasons to oppose Farouk's politics. It was purely a matter of who they were allied to #Anyway. Duh the stupid mummy movie is racist but I have personal beef with the stupid mummy movie

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[BAD DECISION #14] New Rules

warnings: enter stage left: jungkook's hands. the birds are up to no good!! fingering; 1, 2, 3, scouts honour, woohoo! mirrors!! dirty talk! jaykay is so hard he might die, but no action for him! no kissing rule established! no pet names! no hand holding!!! fingers in minge?? perfectly fine! totally friendly!

soundtrack: nonsense - sabrina carpenter

wc: 7.9k

bd total wc: 540k (ongoing)

AO3 | MASTERLIST | MINORS DNI

"Hey," you greet Jeongguk with a coy smile by your apartment door. He smiles back. Tells you that you look like shit. Is definitely lying.

The way he looks you up and down gives it away.

Your hair is up in a claw clip, still a little uneven in colour because you don't want to put it through even more torture. A slouchy white shirt hangs off your left shoulder, and a pair of dark leggings hug your legs. It's casual. Comfy. Still got glitter on your eyes, as always.

Jeongguk can't remember if you've had a discussion about yoga leggings, and how they've got a track record of giving him boners in record speed.

You haven't. You're just aware your ass looks fairly good in them. Not like it matters. Not like you need him to think your ass looks good. No, nothing like that at all.

You also haven't started a daily squat challenge. That would be immature. Flirting with danger. And even if you had, it would be incredibly stupid to leave the chart up on the kitchen fridge - which is where you beeline after you leave the door open for him.

You don't bother inviting him in, mind you. He knows he's welcome. Not because he's been there a thousand times over, nor because it's where you usually spend time together, but because the apartment is yours . He's welcome in your space.

But he is incredibly early - and you tell him as such when you curl up on the couch, tucking the piece of paper you'd swiped from the fridge door beneath a stack of magazines. Jeongguk takes the spot next to you, despite the fact there are plenty of other places for him to sit instead. Part of you is tempted to kick him off.

The rest of you, though? So incredibly glad to have him close again.

"Danbi's class runs for another half an hour," you tell him as you scroll through the Netflix landing page.

It's a Monday, and neither of you have been at work today. The perks of your schedules aligning mean that Monday is always a safe bet, but you'd been in desperate need of alone time. The past few weeks have exhausted your social battery.

Jeongguk gets like that sometimes, too - but he also doesn't like spending too much time in his own head, and so when a text from you had pinged through earlier that afternoon asking if he wanted to hang out, he replied almost immediately.

It's been a week. Over a week, actually. It's the first time he's seen you since you left his apartment. There's been no real discussion of what happened. A few 'i've seen your tits lol ' texts here and there, but nothing that really qualifies as a grown-up conversation. You think you like it better this way; prefer the ominous unknown of the impact such a venture has had on your friendship.

For the most part, it seems like it's had minimal impact. None of which you can recognise straight off the bat, at least. Maybe he's a little more comfortable now than he once was, but you can't really tell. Not entirely.

Thing is, he always seemed comfortable before. There's never really been a need for boundaries. They came and went naturally.

Perhaps that's your problem: you got far too relaxed far too quickly.

And yet you keep a little distance. Who cares if he's seen your tits? God forbid you sit too close to one another.

"Class?" He questions, not realising Danbi was still studying.

She isn't. It's just her hobby. Something she does to unwind after spending all day chasing after unruly dogs.

You nod, eyes still on the screen, looking for something mindless to put on. He's here for the second installment of your Deadpool marathon, so you don't want to put anything worthy of investment on.

"Pole."

"Pole as in..." he says slowly, not sure of the correct term, so you help him out.

"As in pole dancing," you confirm. "She's been doing it for a while. Keeps trying to get me to join."

Jeongguk doesn't look at you as he smirks, his eyes now also focused on the Netflix loading screen. "You? Pole dancing?"

There's a jovial glint in his eye, as if he thinks it's the funniest thing he's heard all afternoon. If you were to say that, he'd tell you that you're wrong. It's the funniest thing he's heard all day.

"Hey!" You kick your leg out to tap him, but he stops it before you can reach him. Squeezes his hand ever so gently around your foot. Pushes it back towards you, and holds it down. "I could be good at pole!"

He looks over to you now. "Byeol, I've seen you after twenty minutes on a treadmill. You don't have the stamina."

The smile on his lips would make it seem like he's joking - but he has seen you on a treadmill after twenty minutes. He's absolutely telling what he deems to be the truth, and the offence you take only makes him smile even more.

"Don't-" you halt your words to utter a shriek of disbelief. "Don't have the stamina? Fuck you."

"Nah," he grins. "You wouldn't have the stamina to handle me."

The conversation remains steady; a flirt between friends. Nothing more, nothing less. It's easy. Casual.

And when Danbi gets home, it doesn't change. Oh so incredibly easy. Jeongguk fits into the life you've carved out for yourself, almost like there was a nook waiting just for him.

Pizza is ordered. Deadpool is played. Ryan Reynolds' ass in lycra is praised. Everything is as it should be.

When it hits midnight, and Danbi is already tucked up in bed, Jeongguk makes his excuses. Gears up to leave. Mentions the fact he's got the gym in the morning. Can't be out too late.

The part of you that considers telling him to stay is quiet. Instead, you just nod and agree.

"It's a miracle you're still able to have a decent sleeping pattern," you say as you walk him to the door. "I'd be exhausted all the time."

He doesn't tell you, but he is. Really could have done with an evening to himself. Uni is ramping up, and he's worried he's gonna fall behind on his coursework already.

It's why he's pretty much radio silent for the week that follows.

Until, all of a sudden, he's not.

Jeongguk: DB.

You: That's no better than disco ball .

Jeongguk: It's better than BD.

You: ... Ball disco?

Jeongguk: Big Ditties.

You: Oh my god.

You: I'm blocking you .

Jeongguk: No you're not. Come hang out.

Jeongguk: Coursework is driving me insane.

Jeongguk: Need a distraction.

You: Good. Hope it does <3

Jeongguk: :( comeee.

You: No :) x

You arrive a little after ten.

Jeongguk is in sweats and a T-shirt, beyond the point of caring to dress up in your presence. Your dynamic is well-established by now; comfort found in the confines of your time spent together. He's got a buttered slice of toast in one hand, a dusting of crumbs detailing the tips of his fingers like the glitter on the inner corners of your eyes. He'd burnt it. You can tell by the scent that lingers in the air, and the knife marks near the crusts where he'd tried to scrape it off.

He grins, in that stupid kind of lopsided way he always does whenever he gets his way.

"Thought you said you weren't coming?"

Your lips are pursed, annoyance written along the line of your frown. The ink is water-soluble, though. One bite down on your bottom lip and it washes away. "I'm here to see the children."

He stands to the side. Opens the door just a little bit wider. "It's about time. They were about to report you to child protective services."

"Oh, yeah?" You encourage his teasing as you step over the threshold.

"Uh-huh," he continues as he bites down on the toast. It crunches beneath his teeth, but doesn't stop him from talking. "Negligent mother, they said - shoes off -" he interrupts himself when you point to your feet. "Take them to my room though."

It's curious, the way he's still keeping you hidden. The only reason for them to not be in the hallway is to stop Jimin from asking questions when he arrives home.

If you knew the grilling Jeongguk's been getting ever since that evening Jimin nearly walked in on the pair of you, you'd understand. It's far easier for Jeongguk if he gives his housemate as little ammunition to tease him with as he can.

But Jimin's not home. He's in Busan for the weekend.

Jeongguk doesn't tell you this. He's not sure why. Part of him doesn't want to talk about Jimin with you. It's stupid, he'll admit, but he likes being your friend. Likes you being his friend. Doesn't like Jimin having one up on him.

He thinks it would be the same if he had a sister. That kind of protective nature.

But he's also seen you naked. Knows that he really can't kid himself into thinking it's entirely platonic. Is kind of confused by it all.

Just knows that he likes the way things are. Doesn't want them to change.

And so he doesn't mention Jimin.

When you enter his room, shoes tossed by his desk, you clamber up onto his bed and take a seat. There's no protest from him, no sign of it being an unwanted intrusion on his space. His sheets have been changed since your last visit, gold acrylic immediately washed away the morning after.

He takes a perch on his desk chair, swinging it around to face you. You're lit only by the lamp of his bedside table and the glow of the city coming in through his curtains. The warmth of the light makes your glitter look like crackling embers burning through the night skies.

"So," you say, all very matter of a fact. There's a demure nature to your poise. It's not very 'you'. "You requested my company?"

He nods.

"Why?"

He spins in his chair to his desk, and picks up a bird. Reads it aloud. "Invite a girl over."

You look at him for a moment, and purse your lips. He's an idiot .

"We both know that this isn't what that means."

"Why not?" He says as if he's genuinely without a clue.

"Because!"

You don't elaborate. Think there's no need. He knows exactly why not - but he's an insolent little fucker when he wants to be.

"No, because what , Byeol?" He says with a grin. He knows you're right. Doesn't care.

"Because," you emphasise. "We both know that inviting a girl over is so much more than just a simple act of asking her to come round. There are layers to it. Innuendo. It's like asking if she wants ramyeon, Gguk. You know this."

There's a grin on his lips that he's trying to hide - and is failing miserably.

"The bird says-"

"Oh, fuck off," you laugh. "It doesn't matter what the bird says. You know what it means."

"Yeah," he feigns innocence to his misdemeanour, eyes all wide and watery. So deep brown in colour it feels like a black hole is just sucking you in. Will never let you leave. God help the next girl who falls in love with him. "It means that I have to invite a girl to my place." He gestures towards you. Shakes his head. "You are a girl, no?"

"You've seen my tits, no?"

"You can't use tits as a qualifier," he tells you. "Not when you insist I also have tits."

"Touche - but still. It doesn't matter if I'm a girl. I'm not a girl girl."

"What does that even mean?" He scoffs, but he knows what you mean. Knows that the risk of rejection from you isn't the same as it is with a random girl. Knows that you're an exception. Not the rule.

"Like, a romantic interest," you say, well-aware he doesn't need it explaining. You just think you need to say it for your own sake. "I'm a friend. It doesn't say invite a friend round, does it?"

"Okay, but it doesn't not say that, does it?"

You're stern as you stare him down. "Jeongguk."

"Byeol," he replies with a grin so cheeky it's impossible to remain poised.

You roll your eyes. Lie down. Wave your arm in the air. "C'mere."

He doesn't relent. Doesn't say no. Just stands. Walks to his bed, and flops down beside you.

"Gimmie your phone," you say, but he refuses. "Don't be a pussy."

"I'm not. You're just not getting my phone."

You sit up. Rest on your elbow and look down at him. His eyes are closed. "Why not?"

"Because."

There's a smile tickling your lips. He's imitating you - but he also doesn't feel like explaining. Doesn't feel like trying to find a valid reason beyond 'I'm scared'.

"What happened to facing your fears, huh?" You poke his cheek. "You gonna be a coward? How is that gonna help you?"

"Byeol," he whines, tilting his head to avoid your continued poking. It's annoying, and deliberate. You want him frustrated. Want him proactive. Want him a little riled up. "Stop."

You don't.

"Byeol."

"I'll stop when you stop being a baby," you tell him, poking at his other cheek. Your finger travels all over his face, poking and prodding, ignoring the way he bats you away.

"Stop."

"You stop."

"Byeol."

And still, you don't. At least not until his fingers clasp around your wrist, holding it far away from his face.

"I said stop," he says with a voice so low it's almost a growl. His eyes are still closed. He pulls your hand to his chest. Holds it there. Is vaguely aware of the fact he's drawn you closer. Had almost made you lose your balance entirely.

It's not until you speak that he realises quite how close you actually are. Hears how quiet you are, too.

"And I told you to stop being a baby."

He opens his eyes. Takes you in. You're resting on his chest, thanks to his grip on your wrist and where he's positioned it. Neither of you seem to remember the concept of breathing.

You're close . Closer than he intended. So close he could probably count every single speck of glitter on the inner corner of your eyes. So fucking close . He thinks of the last time you were this close.

Also thinks of the fact he's now wearing sweats, and really shouldn't be thinking about you naked. Not again.

But he is, though it's not your body he's thinking of; it's your eyes, and the glitter that had been caught in your lashes beneath the water of his shower. How you'd glistened. And then fuck it, he's thinking of the way you showed him your fingers, all dainty and pretty, covered in your own-

"Fuck," you hiss in surprise, breaking from his gaze. His eyes fall to his chest, where the culprit of the interruption lies.

Another bird; resting pretty just below his ribs. It moves, up and down, with the contractions of his lungs. Jeongguk looks to you, then back to the bird. You sit up straighter and pinch it from his chest. He just lets you, because he doesn't wanna be the one to do it.

He can tell from the wing shape alone that it's one of yours - and even if he couldn't, the way you groan and let your body fall onto his in defeat is a clear sign. He laughs. Strokes his hand up your arm, then ruffles at your hair.

"How bad is it this time?"

You just whine again.

"That bad?"

Nodding into his chest, you hold out the bird for him to take. Only once his chest begins to stutter beneath you, laughter taking hold of his lungs, do you sit up.

"Stop," you tell him, pouting.

He doesn't stop laughing. Serves you right for not listening to him earlier. "Christ, Byeol. Are any of these birds-"

"No," you cut him off before he can finish.

He sighs. Looks up at the ceiling. Shakes his head. Holds the bird to his chest.

"Let's think about this logically first," he says, because it's the only way he can think to not let things get out of hand again like he did last time. "Let's talk about it before we do it instead of after."

You nod. Take a deep breath. "Okay. What are you thinking?"

He looks at you and then back up at the birds. Scrunches his face up.

"I'm thinking... Fuck, alright, I'll be honest. I haven't done..." he trails off, cringing at himself. "Since my ex - although, technically she isn't an ex, but you know what I mean - since her..."

You wait with bated breath. Know what he's getting at. "You haven't done this in a while?"

He's silent. Lets his head turn to face you. "Haven't done this in a while."

"It's okay. We don't have-"

"No," he says. "A bird is a bird. I want to do it."

"You do?"

"Well," he considers, pretending like it's the first time. He's thought about this a lot; the mechanics of your situation, how it plays out in the future. Risk assessment. He's good at those. Has to do so many of them at university that he's started drawing one up one for the pair of you in his head. "I mean if my birds are making me approach girls, chances are things will head in the direction of hooking up, right?"

You suppose he's right. Tell him as much.

"So it'd be good for me to get practise in, right?"

"You think you need it?" You grin.

"No. But I enjoy it," he says. Holds his palms up above his head. Observes them. "I like using my hands."

They're large. One of them is covered in tiny tattoos, the other completely bare. Thin veins hide beneath his honey skin, the tendons always protruding just a little bit. The kind of hands that would be good to hold.

"You've got nice hands," you admit.

Long fingers. Thick knuckles. Well-trimmed nails. Perfect hands, you consider, but will never divulge. Wouldn't want to boost his ego so much.

"Have you been checking them out?" He teases.

"You made me!" you laugh, deflecting, then imitating his voice. "' Look in the mirror, Disco Ball, blah blah blah. Eyes on me. Watch what I do.' I didn't have a choice."

"Sure," he taunts, but he knows you're probably not being dramatic. He really did make you watch yourself, and is probably gonna do it again. Seemed to work well the last time.

He places his hands beneath the side of his head, and takes a moment to check how you're feeling.

You reciprocate his actions. Look at him for a little while. Neither of you say a word. It's like you're mentally preparing for what's about to happen; making sure that it's okay. Giving one another the chance to back out.

You won't, though. Far less of a coward than Jeongguk. Too much pride.

"How do we do this?" you whisper.

He smiles. Just faintly. Tenderly. "However is most comfortable for you."

"Well, yeah," you smile back. It's sweet that he feels the need to clarify this. "But I mean, literally. Logically. How do we- Like- Do I just... take my trousers off?"

"I mean, it could be a start," Jeongguk laughs. "We're thinking about it too hard."

You groan. Look to the ceiling with an embarrassed smile. You're both a little awkward, but it definitely feels like the awkwardness is mainly your problem today.

"Did you... with Jimin. Did you do this?" Jeongguk asks. He's not sure why. Just wants to know.

The bird lies between you both. Has just two words on it. No exclamation points this time, but still with capital letters. Somehow feels less vulnerable to you than the last one.

GET FINGERED.

You consider not answering. Think it's kind of shitty to air Jimin's laundry in such a way - but it's just as much about you as it is him. More so, even.

"Not really," you admit. "A little bit. I hurried him along."

Jeongguk pauses now. Thinks. Asks, "hurried?"

"It's just kind of what I do," you sigh, pulling your knees a little further up. Closing off. Protecting yourself. Jeongguk pushes them back down again. You let him. "I don't really let people touch me, in that regard. I let them fuck me. Don't let them... have me."

Jeongguk wants to ask what that entails, but figures you'd have shared it if you wanted to.

"I guess," you continue slowly, quickly glancing away, before deciding that his eyes are what you wanna see when you explain your relationship with sex. You want him to understand - and so you look back to him. He doesn't take his eyes off of you. "I kind of focus on the other person, yanno? For me, sex? Now? It's validation, I guess. Proving to myself I can still give people some form of... I don't know. Satisfaction? So yeah. I don't really want people touching me, as such. I'll touch them. I'll get them off. And I'd prefer it if they didn't get me off."

"It's a power thing, isn't it?" Jeongguk theorises. "Control?"

You're silent. Just shrug. Maybe .

"I think - and you can tell me to shut up if you want - but I think that maybe it's because of your ex. He always held the cards?" Jeongguk pauses, but you don't respond. Just look at his chest. Toy with the silver chain around his neck. "And this is your way of holding them instead?"

The silence remains. You're twisting his chain around his neck, now. Getting the clasp to the nape of his neck instead of at the front where it had been. Jeongguk watches your unfocused eyes and wonders what the fuck is running through that disco ball mind of yours.

"Hey, Byeol?"

"Mhmm?"

"You're still in control," he says so tenderly it's almost a whisper. He reaches over. Picks a rogue chunk of glitter from the strands of your hair that wisp around your face. Tucks the hair behind your ear. Lets his hand fall to chin, and tilts your face upwards. Looks you dead in the eye, and says, "I'll do whatever you're comfortable with. Nothing more, nothing less."

You shake your head. "You get a say in this. It's not all up to me."

"I know I do," Jeongguk replies without missing a beat. "If I didn't want to do something, I wouldn't. You're in control, but I can't be forced to do anything. Good luck trying if you think I can be."

You narrow your eyes a little. "So you're saying you want to do stuff with me?"

He grins. "Well, I don't find you entirely repulsive, even if you are incredibly annoying."

"Always a charmer."

"It's how I get all those girls - oh, wait," he jokes. Pauses. Thinks. Sighs. "Look, I'd rather work through my issues before I fuck up yet another relationship, and from the looks of it, you'd rather work through yours too. It just makes sense."

"I mean, we could just get therapy."

"Expensive."

"Time-consuming," you agree.

"This is far easier," he smirks, before deciding that you've had enough serious chats. There's no point running around in circles again. And so he decides to lighten the mood. "Now do you wanna get fingered or not?"

"Oh my god!" You slap at his chest and roll onto your back, laughing. "You're fucking vulgar."

"Is that a no?"

"It's an ' ask nicely, Jeongguk. '"

He rolls onto his back, now. Laughs, too. "Is that what you want? For me to play nicely?"

"You're not playing at all, yet," you remind him.

There's hesitancy from both of you. It's a little awkward, and so unlike you - but there's no alcohol in your system like there was the first time a bird was attempted, and no excuse to touch like there was with the paint.

This one is just you and Jeongguk.

"Can I go freshen up first?" You ask, a little nervous and highly aware of the fact you hadn't come with the intention of getting Jeongguk in your underwear. He says of course, but you're halfway out of the door regardless.

As soon as you're in the bathroom, you're rummaging around in the cupboard - praying - looking for a disposable razor of sorts. You know Jeongguk keeps his good one in his room, next to his towels.

Apparently, Jimin just loves to share regardless of what it is, much to Jeongguk's dismay. It's not like Jimin's razor is here either - he's taken it with him to Busan.

Your search is fruitless, and when you return to Jeongguk's room a little unsure of yourself, jeans off and tossed onto his desk chair, he can sense there's something wrong.

"I haven't shaved," you sort of blurt out, much to his surprise.

"Okay?" He grins, drying off his wet hands that he'd washed in the kitchen while you were gone. "Nor have I? You want a medal?"

"No, I just-"

"Thought I'd care?" He questions, a little bit offended. "First things first, this isn't about me. It's about you. And secondly, I kinda like it - so I really don't care."

"You like it?"

"I like pussy," Jeongguk simply states. "Like it no matter what way it's served up."

"You're not eating it."

"Not yet."

"You are unbelievable."

"Believe it, Byeol," he winks, perching on the end of his bed. Reaching out, he encourages you closer. Gets your standing between his legs. "Enough fucking around though. I think we should set out some ground rules."

"Ground rules?" You question, knowing it's probably smart. Aren't sure why you didn't think of it first.

He knows why. Casual sex isn't that much of a big deal to you.

Jeongguk's not good at the whole unattached sex thing, though. He only really sleeps with girls he's interested in romantically.

A boy that looks like him? You had expected him to have well over a dozen notches on his bedpost - but he can count them all on one hand.

It's not that he's a prude, or vanilla, or anything like that. Jeongguk fucks. He fucks well. He just fucks the same people for extended periods of time. Takes comfort in routine. No chance to sleep around when you're as loyal as a dog.

You're the exception, not the rule. Time and time over, it becomes more and more apparent.

"Rules," he nods.

"No kissing," you reply almost immediately.

"No-" he's about to protest, but then nods. "No kissing."

In fact, he actually agrees with you. He loves kissing. Might even like it more than blowjobs. Would happily take an hour make-out session in lieu of foreplay. For him, it is foreplay.

And so despite how desperately sad he is to know he won't get his favourite thing, he understands why.

He only likes it because of how intimate it is.

"Anything else?"

You take a moment to think, and then decide, "No hand holding, either. And no pet names."

"Not even Byeol?"

"At this point, I'm not even sure you remember my real name, Gguk. Byeol is fine."

He nods, then scrunches his nose in a little disgust.

"God." He dry-retches. "Imagine calling you something like baby ." He retches again, a light grin tickling his lips as you scoff in offence. "Yeah, no you wouldn't suit anything cute."

"You're so lucky that the idea of you calling me baby repulses me," you flirt right back.

"Oh yeah?" he smirks - and then he's toying with the hem of your shirt. Pushing it up. Ghosting the lace of your thong with the tips of his fingers. "You'd hate it, would you?"

His fingers creep down. The pads of his fingers trace the tops of your thighs. Skirt the lace trim of your panties where they cover your pussy. Has your heart beating at a mile a minute.

"Would be such a turn-off."

The way his eyes scan your face has you wanting to take back every single rule you've just set.

"So you're telling me you're turned on, now?"

His words are met with a shrug. "I don't know, Jeon. Am I?"

"If I'm not allowed pet names, there's no way in hell you're allowed Jeon."

"No?"

He stands. Towers above you. Turns you round. Lowers his head, and lets his lips ghost your ear. "Not unless you wanna get me hard."

You fucking giggle . It's sin. When you turn your head ever so slightly to whisper in his ear, he thinks about saying fuck it to the birds. Needs more than what they're providing.

"I can feel you. You're already hard, Jeon ."

He pulls away from you. Palms at his crotch. You're right. And so he just smirks. "Fine. Harder ."

"Wouldn't that be a shame," you tease - but are met with a show of dominance you've haven't seen before from Jeongguk as clasps both of your wrists together just above your ass. Positioning you just where he had you last time he was in your room, you know your underwear is getting ruined.

The view reflected back in his full-length mirror only makes your heart beat even faster.

"I won't lie," he swallows back the nerves that he was able to hide while he was flirting. Down his throat they go, settling next to his heart that's already beating a mile a minute. Positioning himself behind you, he encourages you both to the floor. You're sitting in front of him, as he kneels behind you and pulls you back a little. "You're right. I'm already real fucking hard, Byeol."

"Really?" You smirk. "Couldn't tell."

He tilts his head back. Groans. "God, I hate you. I want you to ignore it, okay? It's my problem to deal with."

All you can do is nod.

"Okay," he says softly as he leans around to position your legs how wants them: bent at the knees. Spread. You're on display - and Dear lord, what a treat for the audience. A treat for him . "Look in the mirror. Watch me, okay? Watch my hands."

And you do; watch the way his palms lay flat on your knees, then slowly, gradually, trickle down your thighs. "What do you say if you wanna stop?"

"Chess," you say, ending the word with a gasp as his thumbs brush the outer lace of your panties.

"Good girl," he hums into your ear, but you can barely hear him over your beating heart as his thumb begins to stroke over your clothed pussy. You're already soaked. It wets his thumb. Has him smirking. "Told you so."

He pushes the lace to the side. Exposes you. Makes him curse. Is slow as he sinks a single finger into you.

He keeps it shallow. Just the first two knuckles. Just enough to let you know he's there. You can still see the ink on his finger.

The moan you exhale is desperate. Needy . Gets him all smug.

"Just testing the waters," he husks into your ear as he pulls it back out, before the pads of his fingers begin to massage around your entrance. He's teasing. Caressing. Doing shit you've only ever had women do to you. The dudes you've fucked have never really cared for stimulation beyond the clit; haven't understood that the right touches in slightly different places can get you so fucking needy.

Needy like you mean it. Not the bratty kind, where you're in control; the pathetic kind, where they're in control.

He's massaging. Using his thumb and forefinger. Working his way up your labia; left side, then right. Up, then down.

It's not like the sensation is anywhere close to what it feels like when his fingers are elsewhere, but it's the fact he's doing it all that really gets you flustered. He's careful . Delicate. Wants you to feel good.

When you let out a moan, you can feel him smirk against you. He lines himself up with your entrance. He pushes his middle finger inside; fully this time. Pumps into you once, twice - "are you always this wet?" - then begins to stroke against your front wall. You whine.

He pushes into you again. Tells you how fucking hot you sound. Pulls out. In again. And then he builds speed. Fucks his finger into you. Just one - but it's enough.

Finally, you answer him between laboured breaths.

"Dunno. You'll have to do this again sometime and figure it out."

Withdrawing his finger, Jeongguk rubs small circles over your clit. Holds onto you tighter. Smirks as your whimpers begin to build. His nose nestles into your hair, lips against your ear. "You want that, huh?"

The way your hips push up and grind against his languid movements should be indication enough - but you don't want to give him the satisfaction. Not yet, at least.

You smirk right back. "Meh. You could always just compare notes with Jimin, instead."

He pauses for a split second. Scoffs. Sinks his finger back into you. Builds pace. Can hear the sounds of your soaked cunt and knows that it would be cruel to compare. Jimin wouldn't stand a chance. There's no way he had you like this, too.

And Jeongguk would be right. The way Jeongguk has you now is unlike any of your hookups. You're sober, for a start, and that always helps in the wetness department - but you are wetter than you've been in a fair while.

His fingers are long. Intentional in the way they move. His middle finger hits all the right spots as it pushes into you. He curls it gently without needing to be told. He just knows. Can feel the slight difference in texture. Had trained himself to find it in the past, and is pleased to see yours is just as easy to locate.

You don't think Seokjin ever found it. Not really. For a while, you pretended he could - but it never felt like this.

"Gguk," you rasp, ridding your mind of all thoughts of Seokjin. He's no right to be in your brain when it's someone else making you feel so good. "Right there. Right there. Fuck."

"I know," he husks. "Can you take another?"

All do you do is nod. Moan something incoherent. You want more.

He can tell.

"Can you take three?" he asks. You just fucking nod. Will take what he gives you. "Mhhm?"

He bites down the syllables, stopping the 'baby' he wants to mewl from coming out. He knows pet names are a no, but it's a force of habit. It's just like the muscle memory in his fingers knowing how he should touch you; something well trained, well practised.

He doesn't relent. Keeps going. Has your cunt stuffed with his fingers. Will make you cum.

It's just as much for him now as it is for you. He's watching your face, how you refuse to open your eyes, how your dewy lips are rested ajar, soft moans humming from your throat.

He kind of hates the rules. Knows they serve a purpose, and that they're smart, but it'd be so much easier for him if he could kiss you.

It's not that he actively wants to make out with you, it's just that it comes naturally to him. He doesn't think he's ever been inside a woman without actually kissing her. There's a sizable portion of his brain which is having to work against his instincts, now. If he didn't have to waste that energy, he could spend it on you instead.

But it also makes it exciting. A little sordid. You've removed the romance he typically associates with a position as promiscuous as this. Maybe he is capable of fucking around.

"I know," he husks as your body writhes beneath his touch. "Ba-" Shit . "Byeol, I know. That feel good?"

Feel good? Feel good? What kind of a fucking question is that? If you could form a coherent sentence instead of moaning every other second, you'd ask him as such. Instead, you settle with, "fuck."

"Should I take that as a yes?" he smirks against your hair, his second hand dropping from the grip it has on your waist down to your pussy. Pushing your thighs a little further apart, Jeongguk has you in the palm of his hand like a fucking ragdoll. His hands work in tandem, fingers plunging into your while he rubs dainty circles over your clit, careful to not be too aggressive. He's taking his time. Building your high.

"Take it as a 'you could do better'," you whine, just to wind him up a little. He's doing fucking fantastic.

" Better ?" He sounds offended, but is smirking, watching pleasure take hold of your features. He loves the way you goad him on. Knows you must be a right little brat in the right scenario. Think maybe one day, he'd like to experience it fully. For now, he simply growls into your ear. "Open your eyes. Look at yourself." He builds his pace. The sounds of him sliding into you are lewd. Soaking. Sopping wet. "You hear that? Tell me to do better again. Go on. I dare you."

Your gaze opens, all hazy and cum-drunk, falling on the mirror. Your skin is dewy, and the incident positioning of your spread legs puts you on full display.

Jeongguk withdraws his fingers. Spreads your lips open. Holds his stare on you. Watches as your wetness drips from your entrance. Rubs circles on your clit. Encourages more . Watches as it seeps from you. Presses his hips upwards to let you know he's still fucking solid for you. He gathers your leaking slick on his index and middle finger, then pushes it back into you.

He's panting, too.

And so you smirk. Watch the pained lust in his eyes. Tell him, "do better," in a hushed whisper.

He's slow. Lets his touches linger. Doesn't pump into you like he had been - instead, he scissors his fingers ever so gently - and that's when you decide he's a menace to society and that you're probably doing the world a favour by keeping him off the streets for a little while longer.

"Holy shit," you hiss, and then your fingers are wrapped around his wrist again. He fucking laughs.

His nose nuzzles into your hair, his smirk not hiding his teeth. He's thinking about kissing you again. Just a small one. On the side of your head. Has to talk just to stop himself.

"That better, Byeol?"

All you can do is whine. Nod a little.

"Can't hear you. I asked a question. Give me an answer," he teases. "Now, is this better, Byeol?"

"No," you lie. "Considerably worse."

"Fine," he says, and pulls out. Grips your thighs with his soaked fingers. Squeezes them together. Lets you pant for a little while. He's panting, too. "On your knees."

"Sorry?"

"You will be," he smirks, changing his position behind you. "Get on your knees."

And so you do. You relinquish trust to him. Feel like you might have a heart attack from how fast it's beating - but he knows this. Strokes the curve of your hip. Hugs you into his chest ever so slightly and says, "the minute it gets too much, or you decide you've done enough... just say the word, Byeol."

He nuzzles his nose against your hair. Likes the way it smells. Hugs you a little tighter, still.

You nod. "At least tell me how you want me, first?"

It's the mental preparation you need, much more than physical. He knows this. Knows that his teasing has a time and a place. What was okay a few moments ago would be too brash now - so he tries a little tenderness once more.

He waits for you to look at him. Not in the mirror this time, but head turned, eyes on his. The glitter on your eyes catches in the light. Reflects in his eyes. Puts stars in them.

"On your front. Head down," he says slowly, not wanting it to sound crude. "Ass up. Or just flat on your front, if you'd rather. Up to you. Wait-" He stands, holding out his hand for you to take. When you do, he pulls you up and guides you to his bed instead. Lets you sit. He still stands. "Just realised I was asking you to be facedown on the literal floor. My bad."

You don't say anything, just smile at the fact he realised it. Such a boy, and yet such a gent. He's trouble, there's no doubt about it. As your eyes study his face, he seems sincere - and so you turn. Lean forward. Stretch out. Face down, ass up.

"Fuck," he hisses and gets on his knees behind you. One of his hands grapples at your ass, fingers sinking into the peachy flesh. He strokes against the soft skin, and then asks, "how do you feel about spanking?"

You smirk into his sheets. Plunge even further into them. Raise your ass even higher. "It's not on the bird."

His fingers dig further into your cheek. You're mewling. He's getting delirious again. "Byeol..."

The way you move your hips ever so slightly is absolute sin . You know you're trying to make him crack. You know it's working. "Mhmm?"

He pulls you back. Presses the bulge in his trousers against you. He's still hard. Harder, even. His hands are on your hips, keeping you close, even as he retracts - before pulling you tight to him. Repeats. Ruts himself against you a couple more times.

"If one of those birds doesn't end with me fucking you-"

"You'll what?" you say with a sardonic smile as you twist your body around and out of his grasp. You're on your back now, reaching for his shirt, pulling him down.

He complies. Tangles his legs with yours. Lets his hand cup your heat. Toys with you. Teases.

"What will you do, huh?" You flirt. "Die?"

He smirks now, too. Knows that you're taking the piss. Quite likes it. Likes that you remember the shit he says when he gets too horny for his own good.

"Maybe," he husks, sinking his fingers inside you again. Didn't even get to have you how he wanted you, but he likes this. Likes the flirt. Likes how erratic your breathing gets.

"Guess you'll just have to - fuck - keep waiting for them to fall," you turn a little. Hook your leg over his hip. Grind against him. Ride his fingers. "See if you get what you want."

"I'm incredibly patient," he lies. Builds the speed he's fucking them into you at. Uses the hand that's not bringing you closer and closer to climax to hold your chin. Wants to keep you looking at him.

"Liar."

"I'll do this for hours if it means making you cum," he almost snarls over the sound of your moans.

You laugh. Stutter on the moans in your throat. Tell him good luck. Let him know that you can't remember the last time someone else made you orgasm. You can do it yourself, easy. Someone else? Good fucking luck.

"Fine. We're gonna make you cum," he says as if it's a group activity - but then he drops his grip from your chin and reaches to the hand of yours that had been hooked over his shoulder. Guides it to your pussy. "Get yourself off."

You stare at him for a moment. His pace eases, but his gaze doesn't drop. He's slow. Rubs at you just in the right way. And then he says, "get yourself off while I'm inside you."

You say nothing. Do as you're told.

"Good girl."

It doesn't take long. If anything, it's embarrassing how quickly he has you coming undone. Admittedly, you're just as much a part of it as he is. Without your input, maybe he would have had to have been going for hours.

But you are involved, and you're shaking around him. Legs trembling. Toes pointed. Head buried into his chest, fingers wrapped around his wrist to stop him from overstimulating you too much. His name escapes your lips as your orgasm ripples through your muscles, and Jeongguk just fucking laughs.

"So fuckin' hot," he praises, lips pouty, in desperate need of a kiss to offset the fact he's practically leaking precum into his pants.

Rules are rules, though. They're not made to be broken. Not these ones.

He withdraws from you, and wipes the mess on his sheets. Will deal with it later. Watches you as you giggle to yourself, orgasm well and truly delivered. When your eyes open and focus on him, Jeongguk is pleased. You look content.

"I'm still scared," you simper. "We might have to practise that one a few times."

He laughs now, too. Rolls onto his back. Can smell your arousal on his fingers. Has never been more hungry in his entire life.

"Such a liar."

But you both are, in your own ways.

"Maybe. Thank you... for that," you say, very aware of the unfair dynamics of just you getting off, but knowing that without a fallen bird to specify it, there's no way you can just reciprocate.

"Pleasures all mine," he says, as if he isn't letting himself get severely blue-balled. Knows what the agreement is though. You getting him off now would be just for his benefit. He laments the fact he's not scared of blowjobs. Wishes all of his birds were like yours, now.

The silence consumes you both. Has you wondering why you never come undone like that normally. Makes you think maybe you need to stop preventing people from touching you in such a way. Jimin had tried. You can remember - but you'd dismissed him.

He's not the only person you've dismissed in such a way. Perhaps you will enjoy casual sex more if you don't keep your desires at bay. Maybe Jeongguk's been right about this all along.

"Anyways," you turn to face him. "Phone."

"Hmm?"

"Well, we've done my bird. We need to do yours from earlier."

Jeongguk says nothing. Is a little bit confused. He's still hard. You've barely come down from your orgasm. Surely nows not the time?

You couldn't disagree more even if you tried. It's the perfect time. Stops you from thinking about how fucking good that was, and how much you want it to happen again.

"You... want me to invite a girl round?"

"Well, not while I'm still here" you consider. "Like, text them now, but arrange it for another time."

"Yeah, but-" Jeongguk wants to protest. Wants to remind you that his sheets are covered in you. Instead, he just looks at the ceiling, a little baffled.

"If it's too much, why don't you just text a girl, at least?"

He frowns. You don't notice, because you're looking at the ceiling, too.

But then he sighs. Maybe you're right. Maybe he is being a coward.

"Alright," he reaches for his phone from the nightstand. Unlocks it, and opens up his Instagram DMs. Looks over to you. Catches your gaze. Smiles, despite the uneasy feeling in his stomach. "What do I say?"

AO3 | MASTERLIST | MINORS DNI

#jungkook smut #jungkook fanfic

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rosemaze-reveries · 10 months

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Can you do a male chief ,Zoya,bai yi romantic headcanons?

thank you for the req!! 😵‍💫😵‍💫 im sorry abt bai yi,,, i got possessed . anyway

⛓️🐺🏍️

⚜ When asked, Chief will insist that romance isn’t a high priority for him. Unfortunately, it’s very easy to charm him.

⚜ He’s got a huge heart and can understand a sense of you even without you opening up to him.

⚜ Everyone at MBCC knows that he shows his affection through actions not words, often before he can catch them.

⚜ Things like dropping everything to come fix your collar when he passes you in the hall, or cupping your neck to check you over after you come home from a mission, etc.

⚜ Even when he’s in a rush, he’ll still spare a few seconds to straighten out your sleeve or ruffle your hair.

⚜ He flusters a lot of Sinners by doing this but it’s in his nature to be a bit of a mother hen.

⚜ He’s always been careful about throwing around the words “I love you,” especially around Sinners who internalize every little thing. But he starts using them with you.

⚜ Often gets headaches as a result of using the Shackles. He likes it when you weave your fingers through his hair or massage his temples.

⚜ He’d never admit it, but he has a notebook with your name scribbled around his notes. They’re just mindless doodles to pass time during long phone calls, but he still always defaults to you.

⚜ Zoya isn’t always aware of her own strength, especially since she lets herself relax around you. She can be handsy and aggressive.

⚜ The type to stop you from leaving a room too soon, tell you that you “forgot something,” then gesture to her lips with a waiting smirk.

⚜ It’s impossible to overwork yourself around her. She can read you like a book. She’ll come to wrap her arms around your waist, feigning curiosity in whatever you’re working on... then sweep you up and carry you away.

⚜ Most of her date ideas can hardly classify as dates. You’ve learned that when she offers to “take you for a spin”, she means it literally.

⚜ A perfect night, to her, is getting to share some light banter under the stars or next to a fire.

⚜ While she’s not outwardly possessive, your honor is something Zoya doesn’t compromise on. She defends you with so much fury that most people have established you to be her property.

⚜ She can sleep off most injuries, but finds it cute if you fuss over them. She’ll let you treat them for her as she tells you stories about her scars.

⚜ Comes to you whenever she needs to blow off steam. One look at you, or one moment in your arms acts like a magic switch to ease her mind.

⚜ Bai Yi is the type who can only be found when she wants to be. She often appears in your life unexpectedly, but every second with her is a memorable one.

⚜ She often slumps her head on your shoulder to vent about nonsense like Che and K.K.’s antics or having a bad hair day.

⚜ Her weariness does feel real. She just covers up what’s really weighing on her with trivial things.

⚜ She calls you her lucky charm. It starts as a meaningless flirty nickname and eventually comes from a place of love. Every kiss from you fuels her to keep working.

⚜ Seductive in everything she does, including when she needs to shake you off her tracks. This kicks up a notch after you start dating.

⚜ “Chief, wanna see a trick?” — dangerous words from a dangerous Sinner. If you say yes, Bai Yi instructs you to hold out your wrists while she ties them together.

⚜ Suspicious. But you’re still curious to see where she’s going with this. She dips her head under your arms, resting your bound hands behind her neck ... and you realize you’ve been lifted up against the wall.

⚜ Helplessly you wrap your legs around her as to not slip. The last thing you remember is her leaning into your ear: “You’re just so adorable, I might lose track of time.”

⚜ That incident leaves you too winded to remember what happens afterwards. Where did she go? What was the trick??

#path to nowhere #ptn imagines #ptn x reader #path to nowhere x you #chief x reader #zoya x reader #bai yi x reader #chief #zoya #bai yi #ptn

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streamingcolors-gvf · 1 year

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A Perfect Treat II

Header made by the wonderful @allieboop

Pairing: Josh x f!reader x Danny

Summary: After a night where Josh shared you with his best friend, there are rules set in place. You might decide to break them and see what happens.

A Perfect Treat

Word count: 14.2k (yes I know)

A/N: This is by FAR the filthiest thing I’ve written so far. I’ve been chipping away and picking at it for weeks now. It’s nowhere near perfect, but I’ll lose my mind if I keep looking at it. I’m also a bit nervous to post it. Feedback is always loved and appreciated! Hope y’all enjoy this mess of a fic

Special shout out to Allie, @pennylanefics @josiee-gvf for input, ideas, and letting me talk their ears off about this nonsense. Love you guys ❤️

***Disclaimer: This is going to have stuff between Josh and Danny. This is not going to be everyone’s thing, and I’m aware of that. If that’s the case, just keep on scrolling. **

Warnings: cursing, sexually explicit content 18+ - MINORS DNI!! (Unprotected penatrative sex, oral m!receiving and f!receiving, edging and orgasm denial, dirty talk, praise and degradation kink, rough sex, thigh riding, fingering and finger warming (it makes sense), teeny bit of breath play, spit kink. I might have missed something.

It’s not like Josh has been ignoring you on purpose. He would never think to do such a thing. He wouldn’t dream of letting you get this needy and desperate for his attention, or would he?

You know it’s only because he has been busy working tirelessly in the studio on the new record with his brothers for the last few weeks.

Despite knowing it wasn’t intentional, you couldn’t help but feel apprehensive when he insisted on taking you out to lunch today. You fought the idea, but he was persistent in bringing you along to the studio in hopes of making his absence up to you in any way he could - and you were always wanting to take Josh’s word for it.

You indulged in the romantic notion for a while, but you had been waiting here for nearly an hour since he left you to run a few last-minute errands. You bit back the annoyance that threatened to leave your tongue before he promised to come back shortly to take you out. You work to maintain an uplifted mood but deep down you curse at yourself knowing this was bound to happen when the plans were made. It’s just impossible for you to ever turn down the opportunity to have more time.

So here you are, doing your best to keep yourself busy with the mindless scrolling on your phone. You even took a break to doodle on the pad of paper with the case of pens Josh keeps stashed away in the studio.

You have had to entertain yourself since everyone else is either out or hasn’t even arrived yet.

The only other person here is Danny.

He walked in about fifteen minutes ago while Josh was out, and gave you a friendly wave as he strutted past to start practicing in the other room. You shrugged it off at first as it wasn’t unusual for him to show up a bit earlier than the rest of the guys.

He strummed and played around with a few riffs on one of the acoustic guitars before finding his way over to his kit. You simply ignore him as you reply to unanswered messages from friends and check through different social media feeds.

It appears to be successful until the sinful thoughts of your night spent together start to creep up to the forefront of your mind. You try to stomp them out, you're the heel to a fleeing spider. It has only been a few weeks since it happened, but memories are playing over in a constant loop as if they were made hours prior.

You haven’t slept together since that night, and not because you didn’t want to. You haven’t even really talked about it. Silent exchanges and passing glances were given, but in the end, it became clear that it was down to the opportunity and timing. After it all happened, Josh quickly established a rule between you - that if you were to fool around with Danny, he was to be there as well.

The others not being privy to your new arrangement is making things more difficult than you would have anticipated.

You give up in defeat from trying to push him from your mind to sit up on the couch and walk over to one of the chairs positioned in front of the large glass window of the sound booth. You lean forward in the seat, taking in the sight and listening closely to the sounds of him playing. Just in case you had to offer any feedback or even some critique if he were to ask.

It's a fruitless attempt, because all you’re doing is staring at the strong muscles in his legs rippling with each deafening pound of the foot pedal thumping into the bass drum or ringing crash of the high hat. He has shed his shirt at some point during his playing. Your focus is directed on the defined muscles of his arms and chest swelling as he throws them across the kit. You watch in awe as his brows pull together in concentration, his face contorting in a wild grimace.

Danny wipes the back of his hand on his face when he finally takes a break, collecting the beads of sweat forming across his thick brow. His chest heaves rapidly with each heavy breath from exertion he’s put his body through. He bends down to grab a bottle of water by his feet, somehow not catching the fact you’re gawking at him.

Your eyes are glued to his adam’s apple as it bobs low in his throat with each large swallow of water. He’s a breath-taking sight as the lights in the studio reflect off the sheen of sweat across his throat and bare chest.

Before you know it or a chance to second guess yourself, your feet are carrying you out of the booth. His eyes flicker open and lock onto yours the second he hears you enter the room. You don’t have to say a word as you slink around the various instruments and chairs while making your way towards him.

He’s watching you closely, and that devilish smirk spreads with each precise step you make.

He knows exactly what you want. You might as well write the words in black sharpie across your forehead each time you see the man. Hell, you’re not even able to look at him without blushing red hot at the thought of him between your legs.

The two of you have been playing this game for weeks. With the way he’s looking at you and how you’re stalking closer to him, you just weren’t sure who was the cat and who was the mouse.

Danny doesn’t say a word as you walk closer. He pulls the large headphones from his ears and adjusts himself on the seat while you run your finger along the glossy surface of the drums to the kit. First the cymbal, and then across the top edge of the toms - circling to face him.

The thrill of just touching what seemed to be the most sacred to him sent a jolt of electricity from the tips of your fingers through to the middle of your spine. He keeps a calm face as he follows the trail of your hand with a keen eye until it dances across the edge of the closest cymbal to him.

He decides that he should be the first one to break the silence, “You going to tell me what’s the matter?”

You sigh to yourself, dropping your gaze to your fingers running along the metal, “I’m bored.”

He chuckles softly, sitting up straighter as you approach, “I can see that. But I’m willing to bet it’s not just boredom that brought you in here, is it?”

You choose to ignore the question, tapping along the drum with your index finger. You’re not looking at him but you can hear the rattle of his drumsticks moving in his hand that has been perched up on his thigh.

The tip of the wooden stick makes contact with the side of your leg, right above the knee and just below the hemline of your dress. You look down to watch him closely as he drags it up at an excruciatingly slow pace, running along the smooth skin of your thigh hidden beneath the flowing fabric, pulling up as he goes.

His eyes wander up and down your leg, holding up the dress as if to inspect what’s underneath. Shyness almost takes over, hoping that you’re passing whatever test this might be. It’s feeling very reminiscent of a high school crush that you’re trying to impress.

He makes a low, deep purring sound of approval with a subtle lick across his lips. You want to live in that sound forever.

Your breath hitches when you feel the polished point trace along the lace edge of your panties. You clench around nothing as he tickles the delicate skin with the lightest brush of the wooden stick.

God, you wish it was his fingers… fuck, even his mouth instead.

The memories of how he touched you that night plays in your mind again while your eyes close. You imagine the sensation of his fingertips dancing along your body. It almost feels real as the wood dips under the band. A frustrated groan escapes you when he suddenly decides to pull it away to trail back down your leg.

He doesn’t wait long before gliding it up between your legs this time, teasing the oh-so-sensitive area of your inner thigh. He is applying the right amount of pressure - just enough to make you know it’s there but still leaves you wanting more. Every inch of skin is buzzing, heightened beyond your limit as you stand before him.

With each inch the drumstick glides up your leg, the wetter you become.

“What’s the matter, princess? Is Prince Charming neglecting you a little too much lately?” He taunts through a knowing grin, noting how much you’re squirming at the seemingly simple action.

“I never said that,” you snap back, letting out the irritation in your words, even if it was the truth. You weren’t ready to reveal that to him yet; you had to hold on to something before giving the satisfaction.

The drumstick slips effortlessly between your legs, the hard point pressing up against your soaked cunt. The fluttered moan you give up crumbles the weak facade of having any self control. You feel it rub over the damp cotton, just perfectly over your already throbbing clit.

“Hmm.. would fucking you with these be breaking the rules?” He ponders in thought, tapping the stick with that flick of his wrist and smirk growing at the very idea. He presses it against you harder with a precise hand.

You whine out, “…Danny.”

Heat flashes right through your face, pinkening your cheeks in a matter of seconds. The way you’re already whining his name again like the night spent together was almost too much to bear.

You step a little closer, making the movement of his hand stop, “Yes?”

“Danny, come on,” you pout.

You sound so fucking desperate, but the pitched sound of your voice makes his cock twitch the second the words leave your pretty lips. He just isn’t ready to admit to you how much he wants this, too.

He tuts in disapproval, dragging the stick back and forth, “What would Josh think of this behavior, hm?”

You wonder with a low hum, feeling more defiant than ever, “I don’t know. Do you want to find out?”

You take another step between his open legs as he guides you in with the drumstick tucked in its place.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re trying to get me in trouble,” He laughs, withdrawing the drumstick from your legs to bring it to the pulse point at your throat, right below your chin.

You swallow against the stick pressing into the soft spot and your eyes drop down to see Danny looking up at you -displaying that same intense look he gives to you when he’s on stage. Like he’s ready to devour you the second he makes it backstage. Behind this drum kit, he’s cockiest he’s ever been and never fails to drive you wild every time you witness it.

He hums again, correcting himself, “But that’s not it. I know it’s because you’re just dying to get yourself in trouble. Wanna get punished, don’t you, baby girl?”

You choke out his name once more as you wrap your hand around his wrist holding the stick..the tick.

The sound coming from you is pitiful…embarrassing really.

He replaces the lack of the drumstick between your legs with his long, slender fingers. He groans when he feels the warm, wet heat of your pussy cupped in the safety of his palm. You clench around his hand hoping that he keeps going, and hopeful it was. Danny was not going to break Josh’s one rule that easily.

He lowers the drumstick from your throat and tosses them both off to the side and they scatter across the floor out of your view. His hand rushes to find a place on your hip to tug you forward that much closer.

The pad of his middle finger drags over your covered clit with a precise curl. He’s beaming with excitement as if he had just ripped open a present on Christmas morning, sighing, “I love that you’re such a whore for me.”

All you want is to drop to your knees right then and pull his cock from his skin-tight jeans, to suck him off and fuck him while screaming his name. But you can’t.

You’re pushing the limits of this boundary, but you swear to yourself you can’t do that.

Danny must’ve been reading the thoughts of wanting to sit on his lap as they ricocheted around the emptying walls of your head. He pulls in his bottom lip, biting it between his teeth before cooing softly, “Sit that pretty pussy on my thigh, baby. Show me just how bad you want it.”

You’re eager to show him, hell, you would jump him in a heartbeat if he or yourself allowed it. While the idea rolls around in your mind like it’s on a hamster wheel, he helps guide you over his leg with his steady hands secured around your waist. Once you’ve lowered yourself onto his leg with your hands finding his broad shoulders for balance, you feel the denim press against your aching core. His fingers trail down the tops of your thigh, pressing softly into the supple flesh as his dull nails drag along the smooth expanse. He inhales deeply, breathing in the delicate floral notes of your perfume as your hips roll forward.

He hasn’t bothered to wipe off the sweat covering his torso yet, but you can’t force yourself to care when it bleeds into the fabric on the front of your dress when you’re pulled flush against his chest. The musky scent - one that you recognize from that night and now more intense - fills your head.

You shamelessly grind yourself against his thigh, and the strong, lean muscles of his leg flex beneath you. The hand planted on your hip pulls and pushes you along like the waves of an incoming tide, adding to the friction to your hidden clit by rubbing through your soaked panties onto the rough denim of his tight jeans.

The other has been busy exploring you.

“How much have you been thinking of my cock, hmm?” A breathy chuckle flutters across your ear. His new-found confidence is showing its face, with cockiness dripping through every word as it passes from his lips.

You huff out an airy laugh, but the sound crackles from your throat as you strain to keep the rhythm of your hips going. If he has you working this hard for your own release like this, you sure as hell weren’t giving him the satisfaction of that answer.

You lock your arms around his neck to close whatever space is left between you. The embrace is laden with lust with every inch of your body touching his feeling like a flame is brought to the surface.

You’re positive that this was not in the rules Josh set. You’re drawn to him like a summer moth to a flickering light.

“Do you think about it when he’s fucking you nice and slow?” he asks again in your ear, and the words stick to your conscience like his voice has been dipped in honey.

This time you nod against his cheek and the stray curls tickle your skin.

His open hand travels up your back to find a hold of your hair, tugging you back by the locks at the nape of your neck. Your eyes flitter down to his lips. You want to kiss him again so badly.

He looks up through his now heavy lids that are framed beautifully with his long, dark lashes, and smiles up at you, “Mmmm, you are the forbidden fruit, aren’t you?” His tongue darts across his bottom lip, “Good thing I already know what it tastes like.”

He isn’t hesitant about kissing you like he was the first time. He knows exactly what he wants, and it’s you.

Danny’s fingers release your hair to wrap strongly around your neck, bringing you to his mouth with a firm hand. You bring a hand to his face, rubbing your thumb against the flushed surface of his cheek. He greets you with the slight salty taste of his sweat, but then the taste starts to melt into a certain sweetness that is him as your tongue licks across his.

It could be that you’ve been so deprived of something like this, but he really does seem to taste better than he did before.

Is it because you know you shouldn’t?

Anyone could walk in and see the two of you, but the risk never seemed so enticing. You should be thinking about Josh. The little date that he has planned for you. You did get all dressed up for him today, after all. You made sure that your hair was perfect and took a little extra time doing your makeup. Now you questioned to yourself if it really was only for Josh

A hand sneaks under your dress and grabs your ass beneath the bunched up fabric at the small of your back. He dips his fingers lower to feel between your legs from behind.

The frantic rocking of your hips to chase the high consumes you. You can’t get enough of him. Just one more hit - one more pass of your core over the hard muscles of his thigh. You should be ashamed of how much you needed this, but you couldn’t drive yourself to care.

With your face buried into the expanse of Danny’s neck, your heavy panting sends hot breaths of air across the skin. It all feels so rushed, like you’re racing against an imaginary clock - despite the feeling like you’ve lost every sense of time itself.

What you do notice is Danny feeling rigid against you all of a sudden. He seems like his body froze beneath you with all of his movements on you stalling completely.

What he hasn’t told you yet is that Josh walked in about a minute ago, keeping the fact that he is standing right in the doorway and was watching this scene unfold. That he and Danny have been staring right into each other's eyes while you unravel completely.

You second guess yourself, but you’re convinced that Danny is right there with you and consumed by this moment. There is no denying how close you are, and it’s doing nothing but clouding all of your judgement so you keep going.

His hand presses into your hip to stop you with a soft warning mumbled into your hair, “Babygirl, no.”

You lean back to figure out why he has suddenly stopped, and you find that he’s looking through you - well, past you. The expression on his face makes your heart plummet into the pit of your stomach, making you feel like the floor fell out beneath you. You can only flip through the possibilities and it takes you several seconds before you dare yourself to peek over your shoulder.

Sure enough, your boyfriend is leaning up against the door frame while he takes a sip from the paper coffee cup in his hand, looking over the rim into your eyes. You can’t place what’s going on in his mind. You’re sitting here probably as white as a ghost with every ounce of color draining from your face and there he was, as casual as can be. Your head whips back to Danny, searching for an idea what to do next, but he seems just as clueless.

You mouth a string of curses in a hushed whisper and when you turn around again, Josh is no longer standing there.

Before Danny is able to talk you out of it, you clamber off of his lap with the grace of a newborn deer learning to walk for the first time, so he stands to hold your hand while you regain your balance.

You shake him off to rush towards the door to the sound booth, ironing out the wrinkles on your dress with your palms the best you can. Josh caught you both red-handed and you’re reeling trying to come up with a believable excuse as to why that just happened.

Nothing remotely passable comes to mind within the seconds it takes you to stumble into the room. You’re expecting him to lash out and scold you the second you walk through the threshold. That this is it. This is going to be your first real fight. What you find is him sitting on the couch, waiting for you right where you should have stayed the entire time.

You prepare yourself for the worst.

He just looks up from his phone in his hand, meeting your eyes with that beaming smile of his. Without skipping a beat, he asks as if nothing happened at all, “Ready to go?”

—————

Lunch with Josh went smoothly. In fact, it seemed to go a little too well even for a normal day out. You sat on the edge of your seat waiting for him to say something, anything about you and Daniel. He never did, he just carried on about the new music among the normal conversation topics, even at one point asking where you’d like to go for the next trip together.

You played along knowing that he saw what he saw, and that he wasn’t going to let you get away with it.

Later that evening, you pad quietly into the master bathroom after changing into your pajamas for the night. It’s almost midnight and the both of you are finishing up your routines to get ready for bed. The exhaustion from the day is setting in and you know he is feeling it as well, but this has been your only alone time spent together in private and you weren’t about to pass the opportunity up.

You find Josh brushing his teeth when you come up behind him. At first, he smiles around his toothbrush when he catches your reflection in the mirror, thinking nothing more of your presence.

You place your hands at his hips, right at the band of his pajama pants as you lean in to nuzzle into the depths of his fallen curls - smelling the special shampoo he insists on using. He reminds you of the feeling of curling up into a set of fresh linen sheets, still warm from the dryer.

“Hi, mama,” he mumbles with a mouthful of toothpaste, still thinking of it as an innocent gesture without realizing your true intentions.

That’s until one of your hands slides around his waist to dip lower between his legs to find what you’ve been craving. His eyes widen and a breath shudders from his chest from your bold advances.

“Hey!” he giggles as he breaks himself of your hold slightly only to spit the rest of the toothpaste into the sink. He struggles to rinse off his toothbrush and wipe his mouth as you continue to play. The sounds of his laughter are cut off with a rather loud groan from the touch of your hand palming over him.

“I’ve missed you,” you whisper into his ear, brushing your lips over the soft buzzed hair behind it before nipping at the tiny gold hoop adorning his lobe. You roll the jewelry past your lips to feel the cool metal against your tongue.

Loving the fact he’s allowing you to take control, it finds its way down the side of his neck, soothing the soft skin after your teeth drag against it. He moans from the teasing sensation, and he can’t help but buck his hips forward into your hand.

He looks into your eyes through the mirror with lust. darkening the honeyed irises, “I missed you, too, sweet girl.”

Your fingers dip below the waistband this time, following along the trail of trimmed hair until you can finally hold his soft cock that’s already starting to harden in your hand.

You begin to stroke him gently, feeling him grow with each steady beat of his heart. He’s holding back the urge to take control when his hand wraps around your wrist that’s working him.

Feeling impatient yourself, you tug the pajama pants down his legs to free him from the restrictive clothing. Admittedly, it’s mostly so he can watch as you pump your hand slowly over his cock, and it’s no surprise to you how much he loves it.

He’s looking at how your hand looks around him, how big he looks in the grasp of your fingers. Something you’ve told him countless times of course, but he can’t help the grin when he sees it for himself. He’s making sure to burn the sight into memory for times when he can’t be with you.

He just can’t decide to keep his eyes fixed on the mirror or simply to look down at what you’re doing.

You?

You’re looking at the defined lean muscles under the soft skin of his stomach that's cast in the soft lightening of your bathroom. You admire how his hip bones poke out just a little from his slender waist. It became your favorite thing to worship whenever your mouth finds its way down there.

You’re watching him flex with each unhurried pass of your hand, each subtle almost insignificant tremor that might go unnoticed otherwise. You watch in awe when the precum has started to leak and how the pink head of his cock shines when you swipe your thumb across it.

“Mmm. I think you’re the pretty one, Josh,” you purr across the shell of his ear.

He whimpers at the praise, parting his lips with each pitchy breath passing through them as his head rolls back against your shoulder. His eyes flutter closed as he loses himself in your loving touch.

He knows what you’re doing but he’s too far gone to stop you. You concentrate on that extra sensitive spot under the head, swirling over with your fingers.

“Oh.. fuck,” he growls, making the sound vibrate out from deep within his throat.

The noise tells you he’s done letting you take the lead.

In a flash, you find yourself being picked up and shoved onto the bathroom sink. His hands hook around the band of your pajama shorts, ripping them down your legs so quickly that you wonder if they might have torn.

You’re barely given a second to think before he’s wedging himself between your legs with his cock in hand.

You want him to fall to his knees and wrap his lips around your needy clit, like he would do in any other circumstance. This time, however, he doesn’t.

He doesn’t think you deserve that tonight.

Instead, he brings his fingers up to his mouth, coating the digits in his spit to prepare you for what’s to come.

They pass through your folds to add to the growing wetness, but not before rubbing a few teasing circles across your clit.

He wasn’t going to be that cruel.

You lift your hips begging for more of his touch, searching for anything he’s willing to give. He graces you with it, but maybe not with what you were initially expecting.

Josh doesn’t ease himself into you like he usually does. It’s not gentle and teasing. You've found that everything with him is always slow and so sensual. Deliberate and caring.

This time he bottoms out into your pussy with one aggressive push.

For a few seconds, his lips press into that vulnerable spot below your ear as he waits until he can feel your nails rake down his back. That, along with your nod and how your legs are wrapping tightly around him to pull him deeper into you is all he needs to keep going.

His hips snap into you with a force you’re not really familiar with. You take it, greedy for whatever he is willing to give you. But now you’re missing his lips so you try to kiss him by pulling his face into yours, but they don’t stay there for long.

Even his kisses are sloppier as he licks across your cheek. He presses his nose into the side of your face, fanning the tacky skin with strained breaths. Besides that, he’s rather silent with you.

Which you know is very unlike him.

Josh always talks to you. He’s always sure to tell you how good you feel, how much he loves you, and how much he wants to make you feel good.

This is not the love-making you’re used to. He’s deciding to just fuck you tonight. Pure and simple. Hard and fast.

Soon, other than the sounds of your own cries, you hear the smacking of your bodies together and the combined heaving pants echoing off the tiled walls of the bathroom.

You’re getting so, so close, but you can also tell he’s closer. His breathing is more ragged, and the rhythm of his hips have started to falter, and his fingers are pressing hard enough into your hip to leave small bruises.

You worry that you won’t be able to finish before he does, “Josh..slow down. I’m so-so-“

The way he knocks the air from your lungs with each powerful thrust cuts your words off in the air. You can’t focus on anything because of your vision being whited out from his cock slamming relentlessly into your cervix. That’s how you know he isn’t going to slow down. He is past that point with no chance of return, but you are so desperate to chase after him.

Again, you beg hoping he would listen this time, adding whatever coaxing tone was necessary, “Josh, baby. Please. I’m right there, slow down a little..”

He only smiles against your cheek.

Fuck, you’re so close. It’s all within reach. Just a few more seconds.

But he doesn’t give you satisfaction. He pulls himself from the tight warmth of your pussy for the grip of his hand. His timing is just right that he only needs a few more strokes.

You can only watch in disbelief as he paints your neglected clit with ropes of his hot cum. The contrast of how warm it feels compared to the cold marble of the counter against your skin makes a chill roll through your body.

The smirk growing on his face reveals to you that he’s proud of himself, proud that he’s denied you the release of your building climax. Pleased with the fact he hasn’t even given you the reward of finishing inside you.

“What the fuck, Josh?!” You snap at him through the fucked out daze you’re in, letting your frustration get the better of you.

His hand finds your throat to pull you in closer. Close enough to feel his breath fanning across your parted lips. You squeak at the firm pressure of his fingers wrapping almost painfully into the side of your neck.

His other hand is still between your legs. Those fingers slide through the mess he created, only to fuck his cum into your pussy. You whine, clenching around him in need which makes him laugh from the desperation.

With a precise curl of his finger inside you, his lips find your ear, and his voice like the finest crushed velvet of his jumpsuits when the whisper graces your senses, “Maybe this will be a good reminder next time you feel like breaking the rules, princess.”

It leaves you speechless, void of any coherent thoughts that could be used for a response.

He doesn’t say anything else as tucks himself back into his pants, and places a tender kiss to your cheek before walking out of the bathroom to crawl back into bed.

——-

After the little stunt Josh pulled that night and the moment with Danny, things had been undoubtedly tense between you. You have settled on the fact that there wasn’t anger or resentment in that tension, it was just that he has been holding out on you all week, keeping you deprived and teetering on the edge. The kisses he gave never deepened, affectionate touches stayed innocent.

It was driving you absolutely mad. Sure, you could sneak off when you needed to for your own release, by your own hand. Alone. It had gotten to the point in your relationship that touching yourself would never compare. And he knew that.

You had been craving, even dreaming of his hands roaming across your body, his mouth exploring all of his favorite places.

Tonight you were hopeful that the dry spell would finally end. That the needed alone time together would be the solution to this growing problem, but the thought quickly dissipated the moment you find out that he invited the guys over for movie night.

He had done it on purpose. You were sure of it.

You’re frustrated with Josh enough that you decide you don’t want to even sit next to him during the movies tonight. You aren’t sure what’s bothered you more, the fact he had been witholding sex or that he had been acting completely normal about it.

Two can play this game of his.

You ignore him to find a comfortable spot on the large sectional before the guys even arrive. You can hear Josh singing to himself in the other room, too busy making drinks and ordering food to notice you’re no longer sitting in ‘your spot’.

It isn’t ten minutes later when Sam, Jake and Danny arrive at your front door. It’s very on brand of them to make a loud entrance, calling out for your boyfriend as soon as they walk in. You stay seated on the couch, mostly because you don’t feel like getting up to greet them. It’s not out of the fact you didn’t want to see them, but rather you just wanted Josh’s attention for yourself.

You hear Sam and Jake make their way into the kitchen by the sound of their voices traveling and echoing into the space. It’s followed by the muffled conversations, and you can only guess it’s about what drinks to make. You giggle to yourself, because it’s the only incentive for Sam to abandon a night out for sitting through one of Josh’s cinematic choices for the evening.

While you’re waiting for them to shuffle into the living room, you play on your phone to distract yourself. Daniel’s presence in your home is causing a new batch of nerves to bubble in the pit of your stomach. You’re staring at the screen, but your mind isn’t registering what is on it.

You try to listen closely to what’s being said, but it’s almost impossible to make out the words. By the tone of Josh’s voice, it lets you know that he’s in good spirits despite the bickering between him and his brothers.

There is a creak of floodboard, making you lift your head to follow the new sound coming from your periphery. You startle when you see that it’s Danny standing in the doorway to your living room.

He’s testing the waters. This is the first time you’ve seen him since the studio incident, and the memories of that moment flash before you. The intensity of his stare causes a hot, prickly blush to form across the apples of your cheeks.

It’s different. The way he is looking at you tonight - as if it’s to say “there is no way we can stay ‘just friends’”. It makes your stomach flip but you can’t seem to make yourself pull away no matter how hard you try. There’s a wanton desire smoldering within the darkened irises that are hidden behind black brows, and it manages to pierce right through you.

Things have certainly changed since that night.

But it’s still Danny standing before you. He hasn’t lost that certain softness in those massive brown eyes that make you smile.

You take note that he’s dressed comfortably tonight, wearing one of his worn band tees that fits his tall, lean frame perfectly. The dark, almost black denim wash of his jeans brings out the golden, sun-kissed tan that you’re thankful for; it's still lingering as you approach the autumn months. He’s wearing his hair down and the perfectly maintained curls bounce freely around his face.

But fuck he looks so good.

He takes a step forward, finally making the move to pass through the threshold that he’s been cautiously standing behind for nearly a minute now. But before he can speak a single word, Sam is bursting into the living room.

“So are you not gonna say hi to me or what?!” Sam huffs and he walks by Danny, nearly knocking into him as he does so.

“And give up my perfectly warm spot? I don’t think so.” Although you’re being pulled into your quippy banter with the youngest Kiszka, your eye never leaves their best friend.

“Oh I see what I mean to you then. At the bottom of the priorities list. I’ll remember that.”

You bring your eyes back to your phone to scroll through the app that’s still open on the screen, “I’m sure you will.”

Another voice breaks into the living room, passing by Sam, “Will you just leave the poor girl alone, Sam? She’s suffered enough dealing with your annoying ass.”

“Hi, Jake.” You smile at him as he finds a spot on one of the recliners.

“Hi, Jake,” Sam mimics your voice with an exaggerated pitch, and Danny is quick to throw a punch into his arm.

“Ouch!” Sam yelps as he rubs his muscle, turning to Danny, “What the fuck was that for?!”

“No fighting!” Josh scolds them. He is the last one to shuffle into the room with full arms of drinks and snacks. That’s when he sees you out of your usual spot, and he raises a brow to you out of curiosity.

Over the course of the film, you nudge in closer to Danny so your back is pressed against his chest, tucking yourself into his side.

You weren’t even trying to make Josh jealous, you just wanted to grab his attention. The plan is quickly backfiring because he is too absorbed with his eyes locked on the screen to even notice you.

You’ve forgotten the title or plot of the movie Josh has picked because you can’t seem to pay attention to it even if you wanted to. All of your focus is on Danny’s quiet breathing; studying how calm and steady it is with each inhale and exhale. You fixate on the comforting, earthy scent of his cologne, the same one you recognize from the night spent together. You notice how warm his skin feels to the touch each time it brushes against yours whenever he shifts beside you.

No one has really noticed nor cared that you’re cuddling up next to Danny instead of Josh. You’ve been known to show some level of affection to any of the guys, so this doesn’t really stand out of the ordinary to them.

They just don’t know of the recent history between you two.

You move incredibly slow beneath the cover of your blanket, careful not to bring any attention to yourself.

Well, the unwanted attention anyway.

At first, your touch is comforting as you feel yourself over your panties as you test it all out- just to see how intune Josh really is to you. You watch him as you dare yourself a little more by moving your fingers under the material of your underwear, seeing if he would break away from the t.v.

Before you can venture any further, or even give up the idea entirely, Danny’s hand wraps tightly around your wrist, halting your movements.

Shit. Are you already caught?.

A blush forms at your cheeks. In the back of your head you knew he would probably be the one to notice even if he isn’t the main target of your attention.

“What are you doing? You’re gonna get yourself in trouble again,” he whispers harshly and you can feel his lips moving against the shell of your ear.

You stay silent, worried that you would be caught by the others the second you mutter a single word. A few excruciatingly long seconds pass with you frozen like this.

“I’ll get you there if you’re quiet,” he breathes, voice only loud enough for you to hear with his sweetness still lacing delicately throughout the words.

You nod and he gently releases his hold on arm, but he doesn’t pull away from you. His fingertips travel farther down, dipping under the band of your sweatpants to trace along the bare skin of your thigh. It tickles you at first, but you’re already so tightly wound that the simple touch feels like a shock of static to the sensitive area, making you squirm against him.

He squeezes his hand around the thickness of your leg, massaging the tense muscles with a kneading thumb. He finally retreats enough to dip between your legs and for a moment you swear you aren’t even breathing.

If you were paying attention to anything else, you would have realized that Danny wasn’t either. He swallows the gasp that threatens to leave his mouth when he feels how warm you were. How you’ve already soaked through the cotton panties like that day spent together in the studio. He’s amazed that hasn’t even really touched you and you’re already falling apart like this.

He considers teasing you some more, but decides against it. He wants to be the one to bring you relief you so desperately need. He’s determined to be the one to make you cum when Josh has been stringing it along for weeks. It’s a secret he’s kept from others, but feeling you again has been on his mind without reprieve.

It’s something he can’t shake from his thoughts no matter how many times he’s stroked himself alone in his bed at night in an attempt to get you out of his system.

There is no way he would be able to hold out from touching you in a predicament like this.

He can barely contain his own sounds when he presses into your clit through the thin cotton. Your hips lift without your control to chase the feeling. If he had all the time in the world, he would just keep himself there - playing with you for however long he wanted.

Danny slides his hand beneath your panties and you nearly cry out when his finger finally dips into your arousal, parting your soft lips and coating the longest digit as he slips it through to circle your clit. He swallows back the groan when he feels how it’s already so swollen with need. You feel close enough that he could whisper the words that he wants to make you cum, and the heat of his breath fluttering across your pussy would unravel you completely.

His cock throbs impatiently within the restriction of the tight jeans when he feels just how wet and warm you really are.

He’s drawing deliciously slow patterns as he’s exploring you like this for the first time. Everything is so new to Danny. With Josh, he knows every inch of your body, almost too well sometimes. Danny is still learning, taking in each minute detail.

He notices every faint change in your breathing with the different flicks of his finger, noting the ones that drive you the craziest. It’s becoming challenging to stay quiet, and you’re biting into your lips with each moan trying to escape whenever his fingers dip into your entrance.

Just when you think your moments away from breaking through the rising peak of your climax, he stops the movement of his fingers and buries them deep inside you.

You claw at his hand beneath the blanket covering your legs, silently begging him to keep moving. You can’t see the smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, but he quickly shakes it away before anyone notices.

You think you’ve gotten away with it so far. You’re confident in the fact that no one knows, but when your eyes finally open and refocus on the room you’re in- you are met with Josh’s eyes staring right back at you.

Oh no.

His eyes then flick over to his two brothers, seeing that they are still watching the film and not you. When they find their way back, you can’t decipher this look he is giving you. It’s knowing and intense - but they are still playful even as they darken before you.

Danny isn’t moving his fingers anymore, letting you know that he also sees Josh watching the both of you. He feels you clench and flutter around him as his stilled digits are locked tightly in the safe warmth of your pussy.

This entire time Josh doesn’t make a sound. You almost question it but there’s no doubt he knows what’s happening. After a few long seconds of looking between you and Danny, his gaze returns to the film played on the t.v.

You try your best to watch the film on the screen, but your efforts are proving to be pointless. Every so often, Danny curls his fingers that are still inside you, sweeping them against your hidden spot with the perfect pressure. He even lets your own hips do the work as you lift and squirm to chase the friction.

Each passing minute is time spent in blissful agony, keeping you suspended on a quivering tightrope. Each subtle movement is nearly imperceivable, but it’s just enough to tighten the familiar coil twisting in the pit of your belly.

It feels like an eternity with how long it takes him to coax you along the slow build of your release. You cum just like this - with his fingers tucked deep inside you.

It’s the first time he’s really felt you ravaged by the intensity of your orgasm, one that you weren’t even expecting yourself, and god he wishes to himself that he could feel it on his cock. He can barely contain himself behind you as you roll through each crashing wave.

He chooses not to pull them from you as you begin to come down. You wiggle your legs slightly because of the sensitivity of them staying there, but he remains still.

You really aren’t even sure how much time passes from that moment. To you, the scenes of the movie are just bright blurry images flashing in front of your fogged mind. Josh started talking about something related to the film, but you can’t find the strength to make out the words.

Sam is starting to get annoyed with Josh’s rambling about the film as the ending credits begin to roll. He looks over his shoulder to see you, but is immediately stunned by the sight.

His mouth falls open in concern and stands up, “Oh wow! Y/N, you don’t look so good. Are you feeling alright?”

Danny then scissors his fingers inside you.

You croak out a broken whine and then stumble over a response, clenching your thighs around his hand, ‘Hu-huh?”

“Do you have a fever or something?” Sam asks as he starts to walk towards you, but you scramble to interrupt him before he gets too close.

“Uhhh…maybe. I think it’s hitting me all of a sudden,” you respond, putting on your best sick act.

“Maybe you should go lie down upstairs, babe,” Josh suggests in a sickeningly sweet tone in a display of concern, but the glint in his eyes reveals something else.

Jake is the one to pick up on the strange tension as his eyes find his twin’s. You watch as an outsider as they exchange a conversation in silence, just as they do time and time again. Jake’s eyes shift between Josh to Danny and then back to you before landing on Josh’s once again. Your cheeks flushes even hotter with embarrassment because you are sure he has picked up on whatever is going on.

He stands to his feet, letting out a grovely sigh as he smooths out the wrinkles of his worn pants, “Alright, Sammy boy. I think it’s time to head to the bars before it gets too late.”

Sam groans in protest when pulls his phone from his pocket to check the time lit up across the screen, “It’s only 9:30!”

Jake is already out of the living room when he calls back to his younger brother, “Come on, Sam.”

“Okay, okay!” He rolls his eyes and stomps out of the room, throwing his hands up in the air as he follows his older brother.

As soon as the door latches shut behind Jake, Josh turns back towards you and Danny. His eyes flick down to the blanket and his voice is taut, like a tightly wound string as it shoots through the air, “What do you think you’re doing?”

You do your best to put on that extra syrupy, saccharine sweet voice of yours to win him over, knowing that you were without a doubt - very much in trouble.

“You said we couldn’t do anything if you weren’t here. And it looks like you’re here to me, Joshy.”

Danny snickers into your hair in response to your brattiness, and you throw an elbow back into his stomach to cut him off.

Josh’s cold, expressionless face doesn’t change, “You’re just like her, Daniel. And you spoil her.” Despite the icy stare, the words are heated as they leave his mouth. “Go ahead then. Keep treating her as sweet as she acts, and move the fucking blanket.”

You obey the command with cautious movements, and slowly kick the throw off your legs with Danny’s fingers still buried deep inside you. He watches your every movement, and when the blanket falls to the ground - his eyes are back to yours.

You swear you see the tiniest grin start to show when he sees that Danny is still touching you, taking care of you. He’s still enjoying himself, and you know this by that little tell of his - the way he rubs his fingers methodically around his knee and picks at the threads of the pant seams. It’s something that you would never admit that you know.

He’s trying so hard to keep up the facade of being upset with you, and you have to give it to him - he was doing a wonderful job. But you decide to up the stakes, and loop your fingers around the waistband to slowly pull them down your legs.

You’ve taken your soaked underwear with them as well, revealing everything out to him. A giggle leaves you when you see his mouth fall open at the sight.

Danny takes the chance to slowly pump his wet fingers in and out of you for show. After all this time tucked inside, he finally pulls them from your pussy to spread you apart for your waiting boyfriend. Josh nearly drops this act he’s been putting up with so he can come running to you, but he holds strong in his place on the other end of the couch.

What he can’t do is keep his focus on your eyes. They become fixed on Danny’s fingers, and they stay there for longer than you expect as if he has been stuck hopelessly in a trance.

Danny stays silent as he is shamelessly showing off, prideful of what he has done to you this evening. They are both busy listening to the soft sounds that escape your lips with each pass of Danny’s fingers over your over-sensitive clit.

“Well, someone has to. You’d think she would have a boyfriend that’s generous enough to take care of her. What did you say again? ‘I love to take care of my baby.'' Those were your words, right?”

That’s what makes Josh shoot up from his seat and saunter over to you in a few strides. He would usually extend a hand and wait for you to take it, but this time he grabs it without warning and pulls you to your feet - ripping you away from Danny’s hold as if to say “You have enough time playing with my girl.”

You yelp from the sudden action as you are yanked into Josh’s arms.

With a grip around your throat, Josh finds your mouth with his own and shoves his tongue past your lips without giving you a second to process any of it. Kissing Josh was always a slow building dance, a gentle give-and-take of who would lead. Right now, it’s quite the opposite in this unbridled hunger for you.

He bites at your lip, sinking his perfect teeth into the soft flesh before pushing his tongue against yours.

Your shirt is yanked from your body and thrown somewhere onto the floor in the midst of it all. Josh’s hands are gripping and clawing at your ass, roaming across your back and around the nape of your neck. It’s all in front of Danny, who is still sitting behind you, all to make the point to show him who you really belonged to.

Danny knows better than to complain.

Josh eventually guides you back, but you’ve been so disoriented in the feeling of his tongue exploring your mouth, that you’re forgotten your place in the living room. You give him your blind trust as you stumble backwards until you feel the edge of the couch against the back of your knees.

He shoves you down onto the open chaise end of the sectional with a deliberate push to your chest that makes you giggle. You’re loving that he is taking charge and is a little more aggressive with you, which is definitely the side of him you are experiencing tonight.

Josh pulls his own shirt over his head and tosses it somewhere into the room to add to the mess of clothes collecting on the floor already.

You can feel Danny sitting by your head, and you tilt your head back to get a better look of him.

Before you can really get to see or say anything to him, Josh rolls your nipple into the heat of his mouth. The addicting feeling of him is sending your senses into overdrive already.

God, you’ve missed this so much.

He licks across your bare, flushed and warm chest, dragging his teeth behind the trails his wet tongue leaves along your skin. You squirm and lift your hips helplessly beneath him.

Josh’s teasing laugh that hums low in his throat flutters from his lips that are pressing against your ear, causing you to shudder instantly as he taunts you, “I’ve barely touched you and you’re already acting like this? Maybe Danny didn’t take care of you as much as he thinks.”

You hear Danny scoff of disagreement above you.

Josh’s middle finger travels from the hollow point of your throat, between your breasts, down and over your navel to dip between your legs. He releases a groan when he feels you for himself, “or maybe you’re just being extra greedy tonight.”

The tiniest whimper squeaks out, “Josh…”

“What’s the matter, baby?” He mumbles into your throat.

You beg with a forceful roll of your hips up into his hand, “I need you, please.”

His warm breath clings right to your skin just as he ghosts his finger from your entrance to your clit,“You want me to take care of you too, don’t you?”

“Yes! Josh, I need to feel your mouth! Please!” You suddenly shout the frustrated plea into the open space.

He growls into the nape of your neck at the sound of his name, feeling rather possessive as he sinks his teeth into your throat, “Fuck, you sound so gorgeous when you beg for me.”

Danny is showing how restless he is with how his legs start to shift and fidget more and more with each passing second. The movement reminds you of his presence you nearly forgot about with Josh on top of you like this. You reach behind to feel your way to the button of his jeans, but he’s so hard and impatient that he can’t wait for you to pop it open.

He takes the moment of control by quickly undoing his pants to pull his cock out from the pant leg where it’s been tucked away for nearly an hour now. He takes your hand with his fingers gently wrapped around, and guides it towards his erection.

The skin is silken soft as your fingers brush along the length, and within seconds you feel him add his own spit collected on his fingers to use as lube - making your hand glide along him in languid strokes behind your head, and the sounds of his moans soon follow.

You can’t see it, but you whimper out from having the weight of him in your grasp again. You close your eyes, picturing behind your lids of what it looks like, how it feels in your mouth, how the size of it stretches you out.

You want to put every ounce of your attention to make him feel good - to make him feel close to anything you’ve been experiencing tonight - but once Josh starts to place careful kisses on your clit - that idea is quickly thrown out from your conscience.

You clench in need after each brush of his lips on you. He watches you, admiring the rise and fall of your chest, loving how your breasts move as you take in those shaky breaths to ground yourself.

He is more than aware of how sensitive you are, and makes sure to ease you into the addition of his mouth slowly. Each kiss lasts just a touch longer as he admires your pussy before his tongue graces you finally. It’s a barely-there flick when it teases you, so faint that you question if it really happened.

You don’t wonder for long before he adds a little more pressure, making a loud moan echo throughout the large room. You feel the smile form against you when he hears it, and you fight the temptation to squeeze the cocky bastard’s head between your legs.

The work of your hand on Danny is lazy and unfocused, and it’s not because you aren’t trying. He doesn’t seem to care, because just the feeling of your fingers around him and seeing you like this is enough to nearly send him over the edge.

Josh guides your vulnerable little clit into the warmth of his mouth, taking his time to treat it just right as he suckles it just the way you love. Like this time is no different than the many nights spent together where he insists on making you cum over and over with his head buried between your legs with no end in sight.

If you weren’t such a writhing mess, you would have seen Josh making eye contact with Danny as he licked across your dripping cunt with those teasingly slow stripes of his pointed tongue.

You buck up from the sensation and your head lands across Danny’s thigh. He giggles quietly and leans down to you, letting the rasp of his voice fan across your ear, “Go ahead and tell him how you’ve been imagining my mouth on your pretty pussy.”

Josh takes this as a new challenge and changes everything that he’s doing in an instant without bothering to ease you in first. He’s now devouring you like you are his last meal he will ever taste and consume.

You’re getting so close. Josh’s frenzied laps of a flattened tongue as he dips his fingers inside of you is enough to hurl into the next crashing wave of another orgasm.

You see a splotchy array of colors flashing behind your closed lids. It’s a weightless, out-of-body feeling as you are pulled under by the velvet-softness of Josh’s tongue. All sounds are being muffled out, but you can bet that you’re probably crying out in pleasure.

Danny adds a final touch with a roll of your nipple between his thumb and finger after giving your breasts a squeeze in the large palm hand.

It wasn’t on purpose, but you’ve let go of Danny cock. He more focused on helping to ground you to them by letting you claw at his forearm while your other hand nearly rips Josh’s hair out by the roots.

He fights through the pain of it with satisfied growls that vibrate through you with the pads of his fingers pressed into the flesh of your thighs. He makes sure to return the favor by licking unapologetically over your overstimulated clit, causing your legs to shake violently around him.

Josh retreats from you and stands to his feet, but doesn’t bother to wipe his mouth and face that is glistening in your shared wetness. You’re still distracted enough with trying to recover from your orgasm that you don’t realize that he had made his way back over to Danny.

Your boyfriend stands before him and leans in, placing a hand to the back of the couch behind Danny’s shoulder. He is a little startled by the action and stiffens his body, not sure what Josh is planning to do next.

Your boyfriend takes Danny by the chin and places a kiss on his lips. It’s chaste at first, but as he tastes you that was left on his lips, he yearns for a bit more. Josh feels generous and is more than willing to give in, deepening the next kiss.

You’re dragged into a clearer state of consciousness when you feel a hand pull yours that has been holding Danny’s cock. You rush to sit up in confusion only to see Josh has replaced yours with his own. Danny is frozen and speechless as watches in disbelief, along with you, as Josh starts to stroke him.

You’re quick to note that it isn’t even a technique that Josh would use on himself. It’s teasing and experimental, light but deliberate with each pump of his fist. Each twist of his wrist, the passing of his fingers over the head of Danny’s cock causes a pathetic whimper to push past his lips.

Your body doesn’t even feel like it belongs to you anymore with how much you’re struggling to bring your fatigued limbs in to sit up onto your knees. You reach forward but Josh interrupts you before your hand can touch him.

“Sit, baby,” he instructs.

You scoff and you slump back on your ass, pouting in disappointment that you’re not being included in whatever this was.

“What’s the matter? Mad that I’m playing with your toy?” He mocks you, sticking his lip out in a pout that mimics your own. He emphases the words with a taunting squeeze of his hand around the tip, making Danny throw his head back so thick mane of curls cascade over his shoulders and the back of the couch.

He’s falling apart in your boyfriend’s hand and you can do nothing but be obedient and watch.

He sinks a knee onto the seat cushion beside Danny’s leg so he can lean in a tad further. When he’s close enough - close enough for Danny to catch the notes of Josh’s cologne - his tongue licks a long stripe across his jawline, causing a low moan to rumble deep in his chest. Josh doesn’t stop moving his hand as creates a trail of open-mouth kisses towards Danny’s ear.

He’s teasing him, pushing him just close enough to the cliff’s edge while making sure to pull back just enough to keep him suspended in this limbo.

“Fuck, Josh…” Danny whines, clawing at the upholstery of the couch with the dull edge of his nails.

Josh bites at Danny’s jaw which sends a sharp hiss through his clenched teeth. Josh pulls back enough to look directly into his large, doe eyes, and says, “You don’t think I can make you feel as good as she does?”

His voice is dripping with that cockiness you love so much.

He doesn’t allow Danny the time needed to form a response. In a flash of a second, his tongue flicks across Danny’s upper lip, drawing him in. You’re stunned into silence as you witness your boyfriend slip his tongue into your friend’s parted mouth.

You can tell that Danny’s still a little hesitant at first, but it doesn’t take him long before he melts completely into the kiss. Instead of losing himself, he starts the fight for dominance. With a pass of his tongue and a hand around Josh’s neck to pull him in, it’s enough to make your boyfriend moan back and fall forward a few inches.

Danny is finding his confidence again, and breaks away, donning a playful smirk, “I’d like to see you try.”

Josh looks down at him through his lashes, biting his lip between his teeth. Showing you that he’s willing to play into Danny’s taunt by switching up the movements of his hand - but not before he leans back and lets a bead of drool fall from his mouth onto Danny’s waiting cock.

It shines in the dim lighting as Josh spreads the added wetness from tip to base, causing a violent shudder to roll through Danny’s body.

With his brows pulled together in concentration and lips parted, his hips lift up with each stroke of Josh’s hand in a desperate chase for more. You’re struggling internally beside them without being able to touch or have him in your mouth yourself.

This is Josh’s version of a twisted punishment wrapped up like a nice little present.

You remember all of Danny’s tells from that night. Everything is giving him away - from the raggedness of his uneven breaths, to the little whimpers and groans breaking from his chest, and especially with the way he can’t sit still as Josh hovers over him.

It can’t be over so soon. Josh wouldn’t let that happen just yet.

A pitchy whine breaks free as Danny grabs Josh’s wrist, but he doesn’t stop him.

“Don’t act so surprised,” Josh croons smugly as he grabs Danny’s chin in his hand, and the sound makes you clench your thighs together in need. He leans in to whisper into Danny’s ear, “I took notes,” just as he bites his earlobe.

Just as Danny feels himself venture near his orgasm, Josh pulls his hand away, making a breathy laugh rasp loudly from your friend’s chest. He throws his hands up into his hair in frustration, pulling it away from his sweat-dampened forehead.

Josh chuckles proudly to himself as stands and offers a hand to you, “We don’t want to steal all the fun from our sweet girl, do we?”

You take it and he helps you off the couch and down to your knees in front of him. The greediness that you’ve been pushing down starts to overtake you. He sweeps the hair from your face, holding his hand at the crown of your head while you work to unbutton his pants. That’s when you notice the small patch of wetted fabric on his right thigh.

He’s so deliciously hard that you’re sure it’s almost painful for him to keep it hidden away for this long like he has. You’re imagining that slight salty taste of the precum that has leaked from his cock when you palm over the dampness, purposefully avoiding the throbbing erection that so desperately needs your attention.

You graze your hands down the length of his legs and up again as you hum, teasing him, “Someone got a little excited.”

He tugs the hair from your scalp, and warns with a harsh clip of his teeth, “Watch it.”

You look at him, batting your lashes while listening closely to Danny’s heavy breathing behind you. He smiles at you for a second, but quickly follows with a push of your head towards him.

You loop your fingers around the waistband of his pants and pull down, and you’re welcomed with the fact he’s not wearing any underwear.

Would you expect anything different?

He groans through a heavy sigh as soon as your fingers wrap around him. You stroke him oh-so-gently, ghosting over his cock with your lips to place a kiss to the inner point of his hip.

You’ve missed this so much.

You lick and suck on the delicate skin, admiring across his lean stomach. The kisses tickle him as they are placed between his hips, making him squirm until you nip a collection of marks with your teeth.

Josh always wants you to tease him. It’s his favorite game to play, but right now he needs to feel your mouth around him. He’s been holding out for far too long; he has convinced himself he has forgotten what it’s like.

Of course he wouldn’t forget. There was nothing that could ever come close in comparison.

He bucks his hips forward, and clamps his eyes shut while releasing a low growl with a new air of dominance, “Suck it. Don’t keep me waiting.”

You smirk to yourself, but obey the demand by bringing his cock to your open lips. You give a few teasing kisses just for good measure before you lick around right at the spot where the tanned skin of his shaft meets the rosy pink tip. He’s been keeping himself rather silent until you take him into your mouth to swirl your tongue around the head.

You pull him from your mouth with a satisfied pop! You giggle as you pump your fist around him, “Like that?”

He looks down at you through half-closed lids with that crooked smile, “Fuck... you’re such a brat.”

In the past, he would have let you take control, giving you all the time in the world to make him feel good at your own pace. But tonight he is impatient with you given all the rules you’ve broken. Once you have him back in your mouth, he pushes himself into the back of your throat in one powerful thrust with his hands tangled into your hair.

You gag around him, but you keep him there nestled deep where he belongs.

“Jesus Christ, Josh!” You hear Danny blurt out behind you.

Josh is quick to answer, nearly breathless already, “She’s fine, isn’t she?” He taps your cheek with his fingers along with the question, confident you would stop him in a second if things got too much for you.

You nod with him still in your mouth and you start to bob your head slowly to build up your rhythm. He turns the two of you enough to give Danny the perfect view.

Just to show him what you can handle.

The first time this little arrangement happened, he had blessed Danny by sitting back and letting you take care of his best friend, but now it was his turn.

Now this is the punishment - to remember that moment and have it so close in his grasp but still not being able to have it. Danny wraps his hand around himself to satiate the need, imagining every little detail from that night as he watches you on your knees.

You can’t look to see what he’s doing because of the tears that have started to cloud your vision and wet your lashes. You’re stuck trying to imagine what's happening by listening to him, but you’re finding it’s too hard with your own sounds masking over him. .

Meanwhile as he towers above you, Josh is fighting the overwhelming urge to just fuck your face, and he’s starting to lose that battle.

With his hands wound tightly into the tresses of your hair, the thrusts become more aggressive as he slams himself into the back of your throat.

And just like the good girl you are, you take him.

But your jaw is aching, and drool has started to drip freely from the corners of your mouth down to your chin. Your lungs are burning, silently screaming in a frantic need for a real breath that you’ve been denied.

He releases the grip on you just in time before you have to tap his leg.

He still groans in protest when you have to pull yourself off of him to catch your breath, but you’re still connected to him through the thin string of saliva starting from your lips. You bring your fingers up to wipe your mouth, and decide to mutter the praise that you know always makes him weak, “You’re just so big, Joshy.”

He would deny later how his knees nearly buckled under him when he heard those words. You lean back on your heels to look up at him to see that smirk you knew would be there.

You’ve won him over. You can see it with the special glint in his eye and with the way he rakes in his bottom lip.

He taps your lips with the tip of his cock that is still slick from your mouth against your lips, and he breathes, “Yeah? You think so?”

You reply only with an eager nod.

“Don’t tell me you’re calling it quits now, princess.”

You shake your head and utter a faint, “No.”

He rolls his hips forward, sliding himself along your flattened tongue once your mouth opens again, “Mmm, that’s my good girl.”

Josh quickly finds a rhythm he’s satisfied with. Danny can no longer sit back and just watch the two of you. He tests another boundary by grazing his hand across your shoulders to sweep away the hair that has fallen out of Josh’s grasp.

Seeing this, Josh releases all for him to hold. To have both of their hands on you like this is threatening to distract you entirely.

Josh doesn’t stop there. He places his hand over Danny’s, the one that’s keeping the hair from your face in a makeshift ponytail. The resistance of it lets him push into the back of your throat just a little deeper.

You’ve broken so many rules tonight that you just want to redeem yourself to him; to fight back the limitations of your body. You couldn’t possibly survive another week if he holds out on you again, but you’re being pushed to the very brink as the seconds tick on by.

He lets go of Danny's hand, and the tips of his fingers graze beneath your chin, lifting your face with a caring nudge so you’re no longer treating him to the pleasure of your mouth. The pad of his thumb rubs across your swollen, wet bottom lip as he looks down at you in admiration.

Josh bends down and takes your hands in his to bring you up to your feet, supporting you as you balance yourself on your shaky legs. You wince from the soreness coming from your knees that you have been able to ignore until now.

You’re a little out of it still as you catch your breath, but he turns you to face away from him. He brushes the hair from your shoulder to place hot kisses along the bare skin and you catch the sight of Danny still seated on the couch.

It’s really the first time you have looked into each other’s eyes since he first walked into the living room tonight. The deep coffee-colored irises are carrying the same look of desire and longing, but now with the new touches of jealousy that wasn’t quite there before.

Josh sits on the couch with his hands still placed around your waist. He kisses the small of your back before leading you onto his lap, taking the time you need to find the right position. With an arm wrapped around your waist, he takes his other hand to his cock that’s pressing up between your legs.

You brace yourself as he coats the head through your slick, and he slips effortlessly through your folds. He pushes himself to your entrance, letting you take the control of lowering yourself onto him.

Josh pushes himself to the hilt, earning a sinful cry from you. It’s been a long time since he has felt this, too. So with the way your mouth made him feel with how your walls are wrapping tightly around him, he can’t help the pitchy whine that breaks free.

Danny finally stands to his feet and starts to undress in front of you. He reaches above and takes a handful of his t-shirt from between his shoulder blades to pull it over his head in one swift motion. He takes another step forward and brings his hands to the band of his jeans, and whips out the belt from the loops and tosses it across the floor. This whole time his cock is still out in the open with the zipper of his pants pulled down.

He kicks his boxers and jeans off just as he stands before you. You reach out to him, taking a hold of his hip to bring him in closer. With your open hand you feel across his stomach that’s twitching under your palm. You pet over each dip and rise of his ribs as he takes in steadying breaths, traveling to the trail of coarse, dark hair leading from his navel down.

He leans down to kiss you and you are able to taste yourself on his soft lips. He is much gentler than Josh was with you as he teases the tip of his tongue across your bottom lip. You welcome him the second you feel it, taking the role of being the greedy one.

Josh’s fingers nudge into your jaw so you break away thinking that he was wanting to kiss you but he didn’t. To your surprise, you weren’t pulled away from Danny for that reason.

You thought he was going to kiss you but instead, he pulls in Danny from the back of his neck. It takes Danny off guard as well, but he welcomes it.

Josh purrs in pleasure, breaking the kiss, “She tastes sweeter on your lips.”

Danny whines on Josh’s full lips and mumbles a desperate plea, “Please…can I feel her too? Please, Josh?”

A grin spreads across Josh’s mouth when he realizes he has Danny right where he wants him, “She is addicting, isn’t she?”

Danny can’t help but let out a pitiful whimper in response.

Josh caresses Danny’s cheek with a sweep of his knuckles, “You’re just as pretty as she is when you beg.”

Danny takes that as permission and bends down to wrap his hands around your thighs and lifts you up in a fluid

motion, bringing you around his waist. You instantly lock yourself around him in fear that you might fall, but you feel secure once Danny has a stronger hold on you.

You remember this feeling, being in his arms again. However, the last time you didn’t feel his cock pressing up against you like it is now. He’s waited long enough to have you that he doesn’t waste the time to tease you before lining himself with your pussy.

You think for a second to brace again for it when you feel the head slide effortlessly back and forth through your folds, but the feeling of his lips attaching himself to your skin as he buries his face into your neck takes all your focus. You’re still so wet, and now that you’ve been stretched out by Josh - he slips right in without much resistance.

At least he does at first until you’re greeted with the familiar sting of him bottoming out. You do your best to lift your hips while he tries to thrust up, but it proves to be useless. It takes all your strength just to hold onto his shoulders and keep your legs locked tightly around his back.

He walks back towards the couch, staggering a step or two but manages to carry you far enough to lay you across the cushions. You melt into the furniture, embracing the new comfort of his weight of his body laying on top of you.

He takes a second to find the right angle with his legs nudging underneath your thighs, but soon enough his hips begin rocking into you. The intoxicating warmth of his cock filling you up takes you over and your legs wrap around his waist once more to pull him even deeper. Your hand finds a place around the bicep of the arm that’s holding above you and you feel the muscle flex with each thrust.

He’s measured with his movements, but you’re not sure if it’s because he’s already so close or if it’s because he wants to be careful with you - or that it's a combination of the two.

You glance up to watch his face. You want to take in how his brows are sewn tightly together in concentration, causing a little crease between them. You bask in his pants sending warm puffs of air past his lips onto your skin.

It’s like he’s forgotten about everything else but just you. Just the feeling and embrace of you.

Josh is quick to remind him that it isn’t just the two of you. His presence is felt as he walks up from behind you, and you search for him with an open hand above your head until you feel his bare stomach.

Your knuckles drag along the skin, making him release a pleased sigh. “You miss me?”

Danny sits up, disconnecting your legs around his back so he can lift you up farther onto his lap. He curses under his breath at the new angle, captivated with the way you’re lying beneath him.

Josh sees the admiration in his friend’s eyes for you. “You should see yourself, baby,” he praises and by the raised pitch of his voice, you can hear that he’s getting close.

“You really are fucking gorgeous taking us like this,” Danny agrees, rubbing the pad of his thumb over your clit.

The strokes of your hand on Josh are listless and uneven. He takes over for you, pumping his first over his cock with an expert hand. It doesn’t take much before he finds himself in the throws of his release.

He curses under his breath with a final thrust through his hand, “Holy shit.”

At first you flinch the spurts of his hot cum covers across your naked breasts, but only for a second as you welcome the reward.

Danny falls forward into you, and you’re startled by the feeling of his tongue licking across your hardened nipple, tasting the mess that is left there. It yanks you from your daze to see Josh holding back Danny’s hair from his face.

You can’t even begin to form a thought from what you experience before he swipes his finger across your other breast and brings it to your mouth. You take it in without question, licking the familiar taste of Josh on your tongue, sucking around his finger as much as you can.

Danny’s eyes roll back from the sensation of your mouth as he loses the last shred of control he might have been holding on to. He’s not paying attention to rules, to the arrangement, to any of the boundaries that may or may not be in place.

He’s accepting the fact he’s falling apart while deep inside you. He forgets he needed to pull out. That he should finish on your stomach or even your chest to mix with what Josh has left.

But he doesn’t.

In a second before either one of you could react, he releases inside your soaked cunt, filling you up with the warmth of his cum in a couple staggered thrusts of his hips.

That was not the plan.

For what seems like hours, the three of you sit in silence as you collectively come down from the height of your pleasure. You are overcome with the feeling of Danny’s release starting to leak from you in addition to what’s been left across your chest. Danny hasn’t looked at either of you, opting to keep his head down as he regains his composure.

He withdraws from you and you know he's processing what just happened because that’s where your own mind is at. With the stiff, rigidness of his body, it’s obvious that he’s nervous to look up at Josh.

He finally speaks to break the silence, but stutters over the apology, “Josh, I-I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to. I know she’s yours and, b-but I just couldn’t-“

Josh cuts him off with his fingertips brushing across Danny’s cheek to shush him. “‘Shhh.”

Danny looks up at him wearing a face or confusion from the reaction.

Josh lets out a fucked-out giggle and sighs, “I think it’s safe to say that she might be yours now, too.”

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